A/N: Ok, I've been thinking about this for a little so I hope you like it.


Tara looked up at John and pouted. "Damn, you couldn't have chosen a more perfect time couldn't ya. I was about to strangle the poor girl." She smirked and noticed that he wasn't laughing.

"What's wrong John?"

"You." John turned his head so that he didn't have to look at her. The last thing that he wanted to tell her was that he couldn't be seen with her anymore. "Tara, I don't want to be seen with you anymore. I have my reasons so just don't ask ok. I know we haven't been with each other for that long but…god I just have my reasons ok."

Tears started to form in Tara's eyes, "If you don't wanna be with me then fine. I see how it is. You're turning into one of the many idiots around here. So you know what? Why don't you just shove your head up your ass!"

"Tara it's not that it's just…"

But John didn't have any time to stop Tara. She turned around and started running as fast as she could to the lobby and out of the building. John looked up with tears in his own eyes and walked away.


Outside, Tara ran to a bench and sat down. She looked up at the stars and prayed. She prayed that her life would somehow become perfect like it used to be, before she had entered the WWE. Everything was just wrong there with all those strange people. They only glared at her and just went about their business. Why did they have to be so cruel to her? Why couldn't they be just like normal people and be proper and at least say hi to her. But no, they had an instinct, an instinct to hate her. An instinct that tore into her skin and made her feel like she was going to die.

The sudden smell of cigarettes and whiskey came upon her. She turned her head and saw an old man sitting there. She scooted over a little bit just incase he was some weirdo.

"I saw you sitting over here all alone miss, and it seemed like you were upset so I decided to come over here." Yepp, total weirdo.

"I'm aware of the fact that you came over here sir, but the point is, is that I want to be alone."

"Well little missy, I just thought you would like some company so I guess I'll just leave you alone."

The old man got up, and before she knew it Tara called out to him and said, "Please don't leave me grandpa."

The old man turned around and smiled. "I thought you wouldn't remember me."

"How could I not, you're my grandpa for goodness sake."

"How did you know it was me?"

"I could smell you."

"Is that a good thing or bad thing?" grampa

"A little bit of both. I thought grandma told you to quit smoking?"

"Well, I just find it hard to quit. And you know me anyways, if I were to get sick I'm tuff and I'm like a cat I have…"

"Nine lives, I know I know. When are you ever going to quit that little fib?"

"I won't because it's true."

Tara let out a chuckle. "Whatever you say."

"So, what is wrong sweetheart?"

Tara sighed and looked at her grandpa. "Did you ever think that your life would be perfect when you got what you always wanted?"

"Why of course."

"Well, it's totally different with me. I hate my job and it's obvious that everybody hates me."

Tara went back with her grandpa and sat on the bench once again. She put her head on his shoulders and listened to him talk.

"You know, life isn't always perfect. You probably know that by now, but it's best for you to keep learning over and over again because it's known to mankind that this lesson is always put out of our memories every time it gets recited to us again. But sweetie, there's nothing wrong with you. It's what ever is wrong with them. And don't tell me about this John fellow because I know. I should let you know that he loves you."

"Grandpa, how can you even say that? I've only known him for about two weeks!"

"Have you ever heard of love at first sight?"

"Oh, grandpa don't you even go there! I know exactly what you're gonna say and I don't need to hear it from you!"

"Love can be found in even the strangest of people, Tara. Obviously, you have found true love but are afraid to go along with it."

"I told you grandpa I'm not in love. Anyways, he just told me that he didn't want to be seen with me anymore."

"That's because these people are strange Tara, can't you see it? They don't want you here and you know it!"

"Gramps, where the hell do you get this info from, a fortune teller? I'm alright and nothing is going to happen."

"Somebody will die Tara!"

"Grandpa, don't say that type of thing! And if someone dies it's not the end of the world is it?"

"Death is only the beginning Tara, death is only the beginning."

"But the beginning of what? I don't understand you!"

But before she could say anymore, the sudden memory came to her after her grandpa disappeared. Her grandpa was dead. How could she smell him, talk to him, and touch him if he was dead? She looked up into the star lit sky and said, "Somebody please help me."

She then collapsed into a fit of tears and couldn't stop. Maybe something was going to happen after all and her grandpa was a sign. Maybe she was the one who was going die. And what did he mean by death is only the beginning?

"Tara," she heard a voice say, "I'm here to help you."


A/N: Ok, hope that wasn't too long. I wanted to make this kind of emotional even if it isn't I mean I kind of cried writing this only because it reminded me of my grandpa, seeing as how that's what I based her grandpa's character on. Anyways, will Tara try to get back to John? And who's the guy that is there to help? Only one way to find out….you have to wait for the next chapter…lol. But please R & R!