Author: Tempest
Rating: PG
Site: wwfdiva.port5.com
Distribution: If you take it, tell me!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone recognizable from the WWF. They are owned by Vince and themselves of course.
Author Notes: Just wanted to give a happy ending to my little trilogy. Thanks for all the feedback, everyone! :) It really inspired me hearing so many people say that they could relate to how the characters were feeling in the story. Anyway, here's a happy ending to ease your mind. I know many of you have been waiting for this because of my last fic about Amy. *denotes thought
//denotes lyrics
Everything Is Gonna be Alright - Deanna Carter(I think)
The answers are nowhere in sight//
Trish walked into the bathroom humming. She walked to the sink and washed her hands. She grabbed some papertowels and began to dry her hands. She walked over to the trash can in the far corner by the last stall to throw her papertowel away. She heard ragged breathing coming from the stall.
"Hello? Are you okay in there?" She asked.
There was no answer. She peeped through the crack in the stall door. She could partially see a body laying in the corner of the stall. Trish got on her knees and looked under the stall door. It was Amy. There was so much blood everywhere.
"Amy! Amy!" Trish called.
She wiggled her way under the door. She ignored the blood. Amy could be dying. She walked crawled over to Amy's body. She was still breathing, but for how much longer. She picked up Amy's hand. She was still grasping the razor. Trish quickly unlocked the stall door and went to find help. She ran into Matt and Jeff's dressing room.
"Matt - " Trish cried.
"What's this all about? I thought you weren't speaking to me. And did you have a little accident with the tampon?" Matt said interrupting her.
"This is no time for jokes. Amy is bleeding to death in the women's bathroom. I'm going to get an EMT. I just thought that maybe you could take go in there with her while I go get somebody. That's if you even care." Trish said.
She hurried out of the room, down the corridor to get help.
Matt sat there stunned for a second. He got up and ran into the women's bathroom. He saw Amy's limp body. He rushed over to her. He saw that she had cut her wrists. He pulled off his shirt and ripped it. He tied the pieces of the shirt around Amy's wrists. He held her in his arms as he tried to fight back his sobs.
"Please, don't die Amy. We need you." He whispered rocking her in his arms.
//Then I hear a sweet voice whisper soft in my ear
Everything's gonna be alright//
This was all his fault he had been putting so much stress on her lately. Drinking had complete changed him, and although he was afraid to admit it. He was an alcoholic. He watched as they placed Amy's body into the ambulance. They told him he couldn't ride. There was too much they had to do to her. He ran back into his dressing room and found Jeff's keys. He didn't know where Jeff was. He'd call him from the hospital, but right now Amy was his main concern. As he drove at neckbreaking speeds to get to the hospital a thought came to him. He hadn't prayed in a long time. *Dear God. Please don't let Amy die. I'll make things better. I promise.* He prayed silently.
//When I see the people with hunger in their eyes
And no guidance through the night//
Matt sat in the lounge area waiting for news about Amy's condition. He held his head in his hands. He felt a hand touch him on his shoulder. He looked up to see Jeff.
"How is she?" Jeff asked.
"I don't know, yet."
Jeff sat down beside Matt.
"Matt, when did everything start to go wrong?" Jeff asked.
"I don't know. It just happened at once." Matt replied.
"Matt, I guess I should have told why I've been so moody lately. I've just been feeling like I don't mean anything to anyone. I feel like I don't serve any purpose. I've been questioning myself a lot lately. I've had a lot of doubts. I kind of blamed them on you and Amy." Jeff said.
"You know what I feel the same way sort of. I felt like everyone was depending on me. Like, I was suppose to be the one to lead everyone through. I felt like everyone was against me when it was really me against everyone else. I took my anger out on you, Amy, and everyone else. Instead of trying to deal with it. I turned to alcohol. You know that already though.I'm going to get help. I would take everything back just for Amy to be alright." Matt said.
"Me too. Things like this make you realize that you never know when someone is going to ripped from you. I wish I had talked to her more. She's probably been holding a lot of stuff inside just like us."
Matt nodded. He felt a tear roll down his face. They all had a lot of healing to do.
"Are you Matt Hardy?" a doctor asked..
"Yes, I'm Matt Hardy."
"I'm Dr. Monroe. Amy's stabilized but she's not concious."
"Did you know that Amy has a history of cutting?"
"Cutting?" Jeff said.
"Yes, it addition to the cuts that caused her extensive bleeding. We foun 3 fresh cuts on her left arm. It looks like she tried to cover them up with make-up."
"Is she going to live?" Matt asked.
"I think that's all up to her now." Dr. Monroe replied.
"Can we see her?"
"Yes, but you can't stay long."
Matt and Jeff followed the doctor to Amy's room. She looked so pale. Her eyes were shut. Her arms were heavily bandaged. *She must've really wanted to die.* Jeff thought.
"Amy, it's Jeff and Matt. I hope you can hear me." Jeff said.
//Once again that sweet voice whispers soft in my ear, sayin'
Everything's gonna be alright//
Why wouldn't they just let her die. They didn't need her. She couldn't move. She couldn't speak. Why wouldn't they just leave her alone. Didn't they know this was what she wanted. She didn't want to live anymore. She didn't deserve to live anymore the pain was too great. It was over anyway. She had loved them like her family, but it was over.
"Amy, you can't die. We know that things haven't been so great lately. They've been downright fucked up, but we need you. Things wouldn't be the same without you. We love you, Amy." Matt said.
They loved her? Ha! Where were they when she needed to talk to? Matt was drunk and Jeff was pouting. They had a funny way of showing their love.
"We promise once this is over we're all going to get help. We're all going to start talking to one another because each other is all we have." Matt said.
Once upon a time she had thought that too, but now it looked like they no longer needed each other.
"Amy please pull through for us. You're stronger than this. Don't die." Jeff pleaded.
//I'll show you the way if you'll only believe
Everything's gonna be alright//
One year later...
Jeff stood in front of the grave sobbing. This couldn't happen. He still didn't believe it had happened. He had prayed so hard that it didn't happen.
"God, Jeff, It was just a damn dog. And a pretty annoying one at that." Amy said standing beside Jeff.
"Don't say that about Lobo." Jeff said between tears.
"And why would you name such a wimpy dog Lobo, anyway?"
"Lobo was not wimpy."
"He was a poodle."
"So!" Jeff said sniffing.
Amy rolled her eyes as they walked back to the car.
"If he's crying, don't you dare bring him over here." Matt said.
//I'll show you the way if you just believe me
Everything's gonna be alright//
It had been a year of trials and tribulations for them, but everthing had turned out fine. The first step for Jeff had been telling Amy and Jeff what was on his mind. They assured him there was no reason for him to feel insignificant. He was a big part of their lives and if no else appreciated him. They did because he was a apart of them. It made Jeff feel better to know that he had the support of his brother and friend. Matt and Jeff renewed their friendship. Now they were like kids again. Pullin pranks on everyone like they used to to do. They did care about him. They were there for him. Jeff started talking to a counselor who helped him through. There had been some rough days when he wanted to yell at everyone because he felt horrible inside, but he didn't.
//Now I can see it's all comin' home The message rings clear and bright//
Matt's road was a little tougher than Jeff's. He admitted he had a problem. He wasn an alcoholic. He had cause a lot of pain not just with himself, Amy, and Jeff. He had basically blocked everyone out. He apologized to everyone for his behavior, and he told them about his problem. He talked to Trish and Chris awhile. He thanks Trish for coming to get him that day when Amy was bleeding instead of just going straight to the EMT. He had really hurt them. He started going to AA with the support of everyone. He also came to terms with the fact that he didn't have to feel like he was the world's savior. He was just Matt Hardy. And that's all he ever wanted to be. Sometimes he felt the urge to start drinking again when things were going down, but he didn't.
//Just as He promised, no one ever walks alone And His love will show the light//
Amy's battle was the toughest of all. She had come a long way in a year but she was still fighting. She told Matt and Jeff everything that had ever happened with her from her being kicked out of the house to the loss of her first child. She still had demons to battle, but she was close to beating them. She was thankful everyday for Matt, Jeff, all her friends. She wouldn't have came this far without them. She didn't think they realized how big of an impact they had made in her life, but they were the reason she was here today.
//See the light shine, oh how it shines
Everything's gonna be alright//
She was glad that everything was alright with Matt, Jeff, and herself. To tell the truth she didn't think she was going to make it. At first she didn't want to make it. She had made up in her mind that she was going to just give up, but then something inside herself asked her wasn't she tired of giving up? Wasn't she tired of just settling with 2nd best? Didn't she want to prove to someone, it didn't matter who, that she was stronger than all her problems? Didn't she want everyone to envy being Amy instead of her envying to be Lita? She did. But most importantly she wanted to prove to herself that she was a survivor.
//See the light shine, oh how it shines
Everything's gonna be alright//
She had done just that. She was seeing the same counselor that Jeff had been seeing. At first, she was reserved she wouldn't talk. She answered questions with a question. Slowly, she began to open up til she felt like a river gushing over. She didn't think she would ever stop talking. She shed many tears. She relived many nightmares. She sat in the car looking at the sunlight and how it made everything look so much brighter. She had so many storms in her life, she was finally glad the sunlight was coming out. There were many days when she felt like everything was about to come crashing down, when she wanted to curl up and die. There were days when she wanted to cut herself, *But I didn't* but she didn't.
-fin