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Okay, this was really weird. It was like I was there, but outside of my body watching what I was doing, glaring at the boys all crazy and shit with a fucking knife in my hand!

I just jumped on Jeff while he was asleep. I tried to jab at him with the knife, but I missed.

" Amy!!? What the fuck are you doing? What..." he trailed off while I kept trying to stab him with my knife. Then he kicked me off of the bed and I hit the wall.

I got back up only to have Matt come behind me and grab my hands. Then that bastard took my knife! I was so pissed off by now. I squirmed until one of my hands got free and gave him a low blow.

" Ahhhh....shit Amy! What's your problem?" cried Matt in anguish. He was on the floor curled up in the fetal position.

" My problem? My problem! My problem is you two! I hate you!!!!!!!" then I went flying back at Jeff who was on his cell phone more than likely calling the police or some shit. I knocked it put of his hand and bit him in the arm.

" Sweet Jesus!" he screamed. Then Matt came around with a chair and knocked me out.

" Foreign object!" I screeched before I went unconscious.

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Okay, waking up in a hospital is as scary as hell! You never know where the fuck you are, and me. I always think I'm in hell. Especially this time, seeing how I woke up strapped to the bed. Outside of my room I could hear Vince and the Boyz talking to someone who must have been the asshole who tied me to the damn bed. Fuck I hate doctors!

I'm Guessing that ya'll might be kinda confused by now, with my rambling and everything, so I'll try to explain it.

I trained to wrestle, I got hired to wrestle. And yet, I hardly ever do. Why, you may ask, is that? Well, I will say, it's because of Matt and Jeff. Mostly Matt. Ever since we started to date, I'm always a valet, I never get into the ring because ' we don't want yah to get hurt' or ' so-and-so? That's too dangerous! We'll be there to watch your back.'

These are things I'm sick of hearing. And the reason I'm pissed at Jeff is because he always sides with Matt, and says the same damn thing. I got to this point of frustration and anger, and I couldn't control it. Like a breaking point. So, in other words, I went a little crazy. Or I am a little crazy, whatever. Then I went around doing things I wouldn't normally do, I.E breaking into peoples rooms and trying to stab them to death. And that's just about where we are now.

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Matt's P.O.V

I don't know what in the hell is going on with Amy. She's a fucking crazy bitch! One day she's eating cookie dough ice cream with us and the next she's trying to kill us. Jesus Christ.

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TBC