Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE wrestlers listed in this story, they are owned by the WWE and the Chairman Vincent Kennedy McMahon. Like so many others, I have no money to be sued so any likeness to real life is completely coincidental.

Summary: A well known superstar's daughter deals with being almost famous, with tragic consequences.

Genre: Angst and Drama

A/N: I do not have any experience with this illness but I have known more then one person that did it and the major reasons for it. Personally my thing of choice when I was this girl's age was popping codeine pills in excess and hoping it would all end. I do think that everyone goes through a dark period and once they have recovered from it, then they are the better for having gone through it. It's a hard story for me to right because it is like confronting demons that I remember at her age (my mother didn't leave though, lol) and because it tackles a topic that I have been an outsider too. I hope that as the story progresses you focus not on the bloody show that is being created from my brain but on the emotions that drive this person to do what she does. I do it and it makes me sleep better at night having written it. Now on with the chapter and thank you to all the supporters of it, whether the topic is harsh or not. You continue to stick with me and it means a lot.

"I never found out how she would lie with a smile on her face, and the scratches she'd hide."

She had been at Titan Sports Tower for little more then twenty minutes when the door to the main office opened and the one and only Vincent Kennedy McMahon walked out, dressed to the nines in a suit that looked tailor made and a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

She was a mess when she finally arrived there and decided if she was going to meet the Chairman of the WWE she needed a cleaner outfit. She had bandaged up the would to conceal the mess that her life really was and was now sitting in the chair wearing a sweet flowery dress that was lucky enough just to flow to her ankles. Grace knew it was best if she hid her pain for now. No need to freak her way out of a job, not when getting back at her father was first on her mind.

"Would you like to come into my office?" Vince asked, breaking her away from her thoughts and making her stand up and take notice. She was here now, and she had to make sure she did a good enough job to get in the front door of the company.

Nodding her head she followed the elder McMahon into the office, taking the seat directly across from Vince as instructed, ready now to plead her case and hope her tale of fallen woe would get her a contract. It wasn't everyday she wanted something this badly.

"So what is it I can do for you today Ms—

"Ms. Michales." She knew the play on her name would come out obvious but she hoped that for now, the pronunciation would make him believe she wasn't the little girl that ten years ago had sat on his knee.

"Well then what can I do for you?"

"I came here under the assumption that if you as the boss saw me, that there might be a way to get a contract as one of your Diva's."

Vince smirked at the use of the word Diva, which meant nothing more to him then an easy lay and an idiot in the ring and lay his hands on the table ready to hear what she was about to tell him. "You do know the Diva contest was over months ago. We have a winner."

"Yes but sir, if I can be blunt, you don't have me."

Vince raised his eyebrows, shocked at the amount of self praise this woman just seemed to elude too. What were the odds that they now had the female Rock in the room?

"What would we call you? That is if I did hire you. Certainly we couldn't use your real name, it doesn't seem good enough for television."

It was good enough for my father, you jackass. Grace thought as she nodded along with him despite how stupid he was beginning to sound. Better to make herself not seem too eager to get in, just eager about what she could do.

"Well here's a name for you, why don't you call me Raven? That one seemed to work for that no it all you had on your roster a few years back."

Vince laughed then, allowing the ice to break in the room and for him to realize that he had a quick mouthed kid in front of him that reminded him of some of the bigger names years before they hit stardom. Was there a chance that this girl could be the next great Diva and a champion?

"I'll give you one better princess. You want to work in this business, and then we are going to have to call you Poe."

"As in the writer?" she asked him, throwing him off balance because she knew what his game plan was with the name. He wanted her to think the name was girly and just walk out on him. Fat chance in that happening. She had a mission to accomplish before she would walk out of anywhere.

"Yeah the writer." Vince snapped then, finally getting angry that his attempts weren't working. "You want a chance, I can give you that. You have a six week probation period, we can use you as we see fit and in the end, if it works, you work for me."

She stood then, putting out her arm, thankful for the long sleeves and shook the man's hand. She had worked her way into the old man's heart, or his pants and now he had no other chance but take her under his wing. As the handshake ended, he walked her to the door.

"Come back here tomorrow and get your ticket out for the next show on Raw. The receptionist will have it ready for you. I can't wait to see what you have to show me."

As she walked down the hall she realized she couldn't wait either. The WWE was now in for the shock of its life, Michael's style. Look out Dad, here I come.