A/N : What follows now are short chapters that reflect the feelings of the people closest to Valerie.I hope you like it as much as I did,I cried when I read it (I'm not afraid to admit it) and I'm the one that wrote it. There will be no more Author's Notes after this one so I'm going to have to cram it all in here.Thank you everyone for reading and for sticking with me for this long,I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.I want to give credit to TWIH and to all my reviewers and I wanna apologize for making the ending so depressing.Thank you for reading this.
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As Edge was sleeping in a hospital bed after being given a sedative in the emergency room of the Western Medical Center in Anaheim and Valerie's family and friends cried in despair,Taker was sitting outside the hospital in the cold.
He had known something was wrong when they told him Valerie had been hurt.He prayed that his instincts were wrong,he prayed that it was a misunderstanding and that she would be waiting for him to take her home at the hospital but he knew better.When he arrived at the hospital the doctor had told him.His blood had run cold,his vision had gone blurry and his legs had gone wobbly.
When he recovered enough to scream,he had done just that.He wanted to grab the doctor and demand that he take his words back but he knew it wouldn't do any good.He wanted to scream,he wanted to yell,he wanted to fight but he knew that none of those things would bring his babygirl back.
His babygirl,his joyful.Gone.Tears streamed down his face as he stared in front of him,crying soundlessly.In his hand he clutched a pendant,a pendant he had given to his daughter for her nineteenth birthday,a pendant she would never again wear.
His other hand clutched a note,it was the note that Brock Lesnar had written to his daughter.The note that had killed his little girl,his babygirl.Taker suddenly screamed loudly at the thought of the man who had killed his daughter.Lesnar had died shortly after his daughter did,he had survived a little longer because he had landed on top of Valerie.
Taker wanted to kill,he wanted to find someone he could blame and kill them just as his little girl had been killed but it was hopeless.Nothing could bring back his little girl and he didn't know if he could handle it anymore.He closed his eyes,he knew he had to go on,Sara was pregnant and she was due to give birth any day now.
Taker loved his wife with all his heart and he already loved his unborn babygirl but…his other babygirl was gone.Taker squeezed his eyes shut as more tears streamed down his face.He started crying,he didn't care who heard or saw.He just wanted it all to go away.
He had cried for hours on end when he just heard that she was gone and he had screamed until he barely had a voice left.And now just when he thought he didn't have any tears left,he started crying again.He dropped the note and clutched the pendant in his hand.
"God help me" he whispered "Please help me"
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Taker did not return to wrestling until very nearly six months after his daughter's tragic death,he returned but his heart would never be with wrestling as much as it had been before.Everything reminded him of his babygirl,of what had happened,of how he should have been there to protect her.
He tried his very best not to torture himself with thoughts like these but they came whether he wanted them to or not.Taker went on with his life as best as he could but there were moments when he just wanted to scream.
Sara gave birth to her baby the day after Valerie died.It was a blessed event over-shadowed by pain and grief.The babygirl that was brought into the world was loved and she grew up in a caring family but her father could never look at his child without seeing his joyful.A part of the Undertaker died when Valerie Calloway did.