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A/N: Well, I would be watching the Royal Rumble right about now, but my brother had to go and be an asshole.....Man, it feels good to get that out.....Anyways, after about an hour of mental cursings and other various things, I calmed down enough to come on here and add to my story. I must say I was a little disappointed at only getting two reviews for the last chapter, but both reviews were so wonderful, I think that it might compensate. (Thank you KrystalBlaze-Jerikor, your review really boosted my day...until the Royal Rumble....) Anyways, on we go, trudging into parts unknown, even by the captain. Here's another chapter of Lost in the Shadows for you.
//Say hello to the night,
Lost in the shadows,
Say hello to the night,
Lost in the loneliness//
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Chris continued to lay on the floor, coughing, gasping in the air that he had not, until now, known was so valuable. Small tears formed in the corners of his eyes. Partially from his coughing; the other part from simply being alive. He pulled the noose off from around his neck. Slowly he slid up to a sitting position. His head began to spin again.
"Chris? Are you in there? I forgot my key. Can you please come and unlock the door?" A female voice said from the other side of the door. Chris looked at the door and rubbed his neck. Where the hell was he at? His house, obviously, but who was on the other side of that door? He winced and tried to stand up. He made it to his feet somehow and leaned on the stairwell for support.
"Chris? Hello? It's getting a little wet out here. A little cold too. I hope you're not in the shower!!! Chris!!" The voice said again. Chris made his way slowly, slowly to the door. He passed a mirror on his way to the door. He paused to look in it. He looked as healthy as he had in the mirror where he had last seen Stephanie. Except his hand was now bleeding. He continued on to the door and unlocked it.
Standing right in front of him was a soaking wet, very angry looking Stephanie McMahon.
"How long have to been there listening to me yell your name? Do you not know how cold it is out here? I hope that you don't think that this is funny-because it's not." Stephanie yelled at him, while he stood there staring at her in shock. "What? What's up with that look? You can drop the act, Chris, I'm going to be mad at you anyways.....What did you do to your hand?" She asked him, finally noticing his bleeding hand. She looked at him. He still was staring at her as if she was the first female that he had ever seen in his entire life.
"Chris, honey, are you okay? You're acting very strange....." She walked in the door and set her stuff on the floor inside the house. She noticed the rope hanging from the banister and the sliced noose on the floor. She also noticed the trail of blood on the floor, presumably from his hand. She turned to him with questioning eyes. She was still met with that shocked look on his face.
"Chris, why won't you answer me?" She asked him. His mouth began to form a word. His forehead wrinkled in puzzlement.
"...I think I'm gonna throw up." Chris said quickly before running for the bathroom. Stephanie followed him. Chris' mind was going insane.
"She was in the purgatory place!! I saw her!! I saw her die!!! Why is she here? Why am I so confused???" he thought to himself. He bolted through the door and to the toilet and barely made it in time. He felt Stephanie grab his hair and pull it out of his eyes. Her hands were shockingly cold against his fevered skin. He flushed the toilet and she grabbed a washcloth and wetted it. She pressed against his head, concern evident in her eyes.
"What's wrong, Chris?" She asked him again. He coughed and sipped some water from the faucet. He turned back to face her.
"You would think I was crazy if I told you." He said to her. She looked at him.
"You say that a lot, and I never think that you're crazy. Tell you what, I'm going to go and change into some dry clothes, then we'll talk about this. Are you sure you're not just sick?" She asked him. He looked at her.
"I don't think so." He told her. She walked out of the bathroom and Chris turned back around to face the mirror. He raked a hand through his hair as he peered into the blue eyes staring back at him.
"What the hell is happening to me?" he asked his reflection.
Just then he remembered about the heroin.
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REVIEW PLEASE!!!! Pretty Please?
A/N: Well, I would be watching the Royal Rumble right about now, but my brother had to go and be an asshole.....Man, it feels good to get that out.....Anyways, after about an hour of mental cursings and other various things, I calmed down enough to come on here and add to my story. I must say I was a little disappointed at only getting two reviews for the last chapter, but both reviews were so wonderful, I think that it might compensate. (Thank you KrystalBlaze-Jerikor, your review really boosted my day...until the Royal Rumble....) Anyways, on we go, trudging into parts unknown, even by the captain. Here's another chapter of Lost in the Shadows for you.
//Say hello to the night,
Lost in the shadows,
Say hello to the night,
Lost in the loneliness//
*~*~*~*~*
Chris continued to lay on the floor, coughing, gasping in the air that he had not, until now, known was so valuable. Small tears formed in the corners of his eyes. Partially from his coughing; the other part from simply being alive. He pulled the noose off from around his neck. Slowly he slid up to a sitting position. His head began to spin again.
"Chris? Are you in there? I forgot my key. Can you please come and unlock the door?" A female voice said from the other side of the door. Chris looked at the door and rubbed his neck. Where the hell was he at? His house, obviously, but who was on the other side of that door? He winced and tried to stand up. He made it to his feet somehow and leaned on the stairwell for support.
"Chris? Hello? It's getting a little wet out here. A little cold too. I hope you're not in the shower!!! Chris!!" The voice said again. Chris made his way slowly, slowly to the door. He passed a mirror on his way to the door. He paused to look in it. He looked as healthy as he had in the mirror where he had last seen Stephanie. Except his hand was now bleeding. He continued on to the door and unlocked it.
Standing right in front of him was a soaking wet, very angry looking Stephanie McMahon.
"How long have to been there listening to me yell your name? Do you not know how cold it is out here? I hope that you don't think that this is funny-because it's not." Stephanie yelled at him, while he stood there staring at her in shock. "What? What's up with that look? You can drop the act, Chris, I'm going to be mad at you anyways.....What did you do to your hand?" She asked him, finally noticing his bleeding hand. She looked at him. He still was staring at her as if she was the first female that he had ever seen in his entire life.
"Chris, honey, are you okay? You're acting very strange....." She walked in the door and set her stuff on the floor inside the house. She noticed the rope hanging from the banister and the sliced noose on the floor. She also noticed the trail of blood on the floor, presumably from his hand. She turned to him with questioning eyes. She was still met with that shocked look on his face.
"Chris, why won't you answer me?" She asked him. His mouth began to form a word. His forehead wrinkled in puzzlement.
"...I think I'm gonna throw up." Chris said quickly before running for the bathroom. Stephanie followed him. Chris' mind was going insane.
"She was in the purgatory place!! I saw her!! I saw her die!!! Why is she here? Why am I so confused???" he thought to himself. He bolted through the door and to the toilet and barely made it in time. He felt Stephanie grab his hair and pull it out of his eyes. Her hands were shockingly cold against his fevered skin. He flushed the toilet and she grabbed a washcloth and wetted it. She pressed against his head, concern evident in her eyes.
"What's wrong, Chris?" She asked him again. He coughed and sipped some water from the faucet. He turned back to face her.
"You would think I was crazy if I told you." He said to her. She looked at him.
"You say that a lot, and I never think that you're crazy. Tell you what, I'm going to go and change into some dry clothes, then we'll talk about this. Are you sure you're not just sick?" She asked him. He looked at her.
"I don't think so." He told her. She walked out of the bathroom and Chris turned back around to face the mirror. He raked a hand through his hair as he peered into the blue eyes staring back at him.
"What the hell is happening to me?" he asked his reflection.
Just then he remembered about the heroin.
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REVIEW PLEASE!!!! Pretty Please?
