Since the Royal Rumble, I've been tagging along every single one of the Smackdown shows. Some could have say I was stalking John Cena, but I wasn't, not really. I'm obssessed with him yes, but I would never invade his life. I was just finding a soothing for the few days I had left. The worst news came in last week, the doctors said I only had a few days left. I had managed to keep up my energies until today. I wanted so much to tough long enough for one last glimspe of John Cena.
My father had enough money to offer me a year of traveling to check out my favorite show. He had even offered me to pay for a private meeting with the Doctor of Thugonamics, but I refused. I knew he had some connections with the McMahon family, he had worked with Linda a few years ago. No, I didn't want to be a spoiled daddy's girl. I don't like the idea of of my father buying people. Ok, his relations got me front row tickets to every show but that was all I allowed him to do. I love wrestling and I'm crazy about John Cena. You could say he gave me a life meaning or a reason to live. But that's an off-topic subject, even in the family. I don't want anybody to pity me.
My driver came in the room, bowing. He told me we had to leave right away to make it to tonight's show. I nod, packed my things and followed him. I tried not to think about the fact I wasn't feeling good. If dad knew, he would forbid me from going to the show. I sat on the rear seat of the limousine and closed my eyes. Images were floating before my eyes. I was really dizzy and felt fuzzy. God, now I was sweating. I pressed the button to close the window separating me from the driver. He was checking on me, catching how bad I was feeling. I didn't want him to call my father, he would spoiled things. I needed to attend the show. Even if it was going to become my last will. I didn't know he already did call my father and that dad would not ruin anything. They understood what was in my heart. They had see me slowly going down.
I held on the Drew's arm, my driver, as he led me to my seat. I was hardly standing on my feet anymore. I was fighting against the tears I knew were threatening to fall. Someone came down and told me to come sit in the VIP room. My vision was blurred ans I was scared I couldn't last long anough. I wouldn't be able to see my John one last time. I might not even able to see my family again. I lefted an eyebrow, but followed the lead of Drew. I was now shivering. They sat me down and Drew took a bottle of pills from his pockets. I smacked it away from me. No pills would help me anymore. I knew it and he had to aknowledge it too.
The door opened on my father, followed by the man, Vince McMahon himself. Father knelt in front of me and held me tight. He knew the thruth, as well as I did. Mr. Mcmahon ran a hand through my hair, saying I was as beautiful as when I was a babygirl. I didn't remember ever meeting him before. He said I was very courageous. He wanted to reward me. He swore my dad had never bought anything for me towards the WWE. This was a special gift for me. They turned and looked as the door opened on John Cena.
I managed a weak smile, almost falling off my chair. I should have been so excited, it was a dream coming true. But life was already starting to leave my body. I could saw John's lips moved as he spoke to me, but I didn't hear anything. I hated the concerned look on everyone's faces. '' Cheer up, is someone's dying or what?'' I tried to joke but it didn't work. My father was now crying softly. I looked into John's eyes and hold my hands to him. He grabbed them and smiled to me. That was all I wanted. I leaned forward and pressed my dry lips against his for a sleek second. Then, I closed my eyes, smiling. I felt my father lifting me in his arms, wanting to rush to the hospital. I told him there was no need, the end was already there. It was time to let go, time to let me die. I was finally ready to leave. I was relieved not having to fight this cancer everyday. I was leaving for a better place now...