Disclaimer: Don't own anything **tear**.
A/N: Another week, another update, be sure to check out my other stories, Drop to Zero, and Next to Nothing.
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//Say hello to the night,
Lost in the shadows,
Say hello to the night,
Lost in the loneliness//
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Chris began to thumb through the diary. He figured that most of the little stuff would be written in here, but he wanted her reactions to the big stupid things that they had done. He found what he was looking for and began to read it.
" 'December 4th,
My writing is going to smear because I am crying so hard in pain and frustration. My brothers have done the unthinkable today. I wish that I could declare myself no longer related to them, but I doubt if it would help.
I'm sitting here next to my boyfriend, Dave Batista's hospital bed and writing this. At this point the doctors are hoping that he'll make it through the night. For those curious, my brothers have put him here.
My brothers, all three of them, have hit him with a car, and serious injured, if not killed him.
If he dies......Then they will be very sorry. I have an action in mind, but if they should ever happen to find this, my plan would be ruined, and that's not fair to me. I won't say, but I'll mention that it will make them very sorry for all of the things that they have put me through.
Either that, or they will glad to get rid of me.
Tomorrow will be the Judgement Day. We will find out what happens from there. Until then...I'll probably cry myself to sleep tonight.'"
Chris stopped. He was staring at the page and trying to decide f he wanted to read it to everyone. Shawn and Hunter noticed that Chris had stopped reading, but only Dave recognized that look. Molly often had that look when she had realized that these men had done something else to her. Dave got up to read over Jericho's shoulder. Shawn and Hunter followed suit.
Dave read aloud. " 'God, if you can read thoughts or words, kill my brothers for me. Make them feel the pain, not me. Not anymore.'" Dave finished and looked at the bottom of the page.
Drops of dried blood were lying on the page, and a razor blade was hidden in a niche of the page. Chris closed the diary.
"I think that's enough for one night." He said. Shawn and Hunter were a little puzzled by Chris' reaction, but headed off to their rooms, giving Dave death glares on their way out. Chris was staring at the wall. Dave remained seated on the bed.
"You know what is horrible about that?" He asked. Dave didn't have time to answer. "She got that blade from me. A long time ago when she worked at some stupid fast food place that she needed a blade to open the boxes. She told me a while after she left that place that she still had one left, and she asked if I wanted it back. I told her to keep it." Chris came back to reality.
"She began to cut her wrists to ease the pain, but when that no longer worked, she tried suicide." Dave said. "I should've known what those were. I should've pushed her about that to tell me the truth......" he muttered.
"Wait, you knew she was cutting her wrists?" Chris turned to face him.
"I had my suspicions, but I didn't want to pry about it."
"How did you find out?" Chris asked. Dave turned his gaze out the window for a moment.
"Promise not to kill me if I tell you?" Chris nodded. Dave opened the diary, and pointed to an entry.
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A/N: Another week, another update, be sure to check out my other stories, Drop to Zero, and Next to Nothing.
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//Say hello to the night,
Lost in the shadows,
Say hello to the night,
Lost in the loneliness//
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Chris began to thumb through the diary. He figured that most of the little stuff would be written in here, but he wanted her reactions to the big stupid things that they had done. He found what he was looking for and began to read it.
" 'December 4th,
My writing is going to smear because I am crying so hard in pain and frustration. My brothers have done the unthinkable today. I wish that I could declare myself no longer related to them, but I doubt if it would help.
I'm sitting here next to my boyfriend, Dave Batista's hospital bed and writing this. At this point the doctors are hoping that he'll make it through the night. For those curious, my brothers have put him here.
My brothers, all three of them, have hit him with a car, and serious injured, if not killed him.
If he dies......Then they will be very sorry. I have an action in mind, but if they should ever happen to find this, my plan would be ruined, and that's not fair to me. I won't say, but I'll mention that it will make them very sorry for all of the things that they have put me through.
Either that, or they will glad to get rid of me.
Tomorrow will be the Judgement Day. We will find out what happens from there. Until then...I'll probably cry myself to sleep tonight.'"
Chris stopped. He was staring at the page and trying to decide f he wanted to read it to everyone. Shawn and Hunter noticed that Chris had stopped reading, but only Dave recognized that look. Molly often had that look when she had realized that these men had done something else to her. Dave got up to read over Jericho's shoulder. Shawn and Hunter followed suit.
Dave read aloud. " 'God, if you can read thoughts or words, kill my brothers for me. Make them feel the pain, not me. Not anymore.'" Dave finished and looked at the bottom of the page.
Drops of dried blood were lying on the page, and a razor blade was hidden in a niche of the page. Chris closed the diary.
"I think that's enough for one night." He said. Shawn and Hunter were a little puzzled by Chris' reaction, but headed off to their rooms, giving Dave death glares on their way out. Chris was staring at the wall. Dave remained seated on the bed.
"You know what is horrible about that?" He asked. Dave didn't have time to answer. "She got that blade from me. A long time ago when she worked at some stupid fast food place that she needed a blade to open the boxes. She told me a while after she left that place that she still had one left, and she asked if I wanted it back. I told her to keep it." Chris came back to reality.
"She began to cut her wrists to ease the pain, but when that no longer worked, she tried suicide." Dave said. "I should've known what those were. I should've pushed her about that to tell me the truth......" he muttered.
"Wait, you knew she was cutting her wrists?" Chris turned to face him.
"I had my suspicions, but I didn't want to pry about it."
"How did you find out?" Chris asked. Dave turned his gaze out the window for a moment.
"Promise not to kill me if I tell you?" Chris nodded. Dave opened the diary, and pointed to an entry.
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