A/N: First, I should tell you that this is about a week later. That might make this chapter easier to understand. Second, ummm there is no second so I might as well just shut up.


Amy looked at herself in the mirror. 'How could I let this happen to myself?' She once again took a double glance at the object in her hand. Could this really be happening to her? Could one of the best female wrestlers in the business be pregnant?

It was true of course. She had taken this test exactly five times today just to see if it was accurate. And it was. There was nothing she could do. She couldn't change the fact that she was pregnant. She couldn't change the fact that…

There was a silent knock at the bathroom door. Amy quickly tossed the pregnancy test in the garbage before she opened the door. Standing there was the young and vibrant Stacy Keibler.

"Oh, hey Stace."

Stacy looked at her mumbling something beneath her breath before asking, "Is there something wrong Ames? You don't look too happy."

"Nothing is fucking wrong with me Stacy!" Stacy stepped back in shock at the way the red head had snapped back at her.

"Now, tell me what you wanted Stace, I don't have time to talk right now."

Before Stacy started to talk to her, she had glanced down and saw something that she sure was just a phony. But when she looked up and saw the fire in Amy's eyes, she knew that it was not fake at all.

"My goodness Amy, are you pregnant?"

Tears started to form in Amy's eyes as she nodded her head in a silent agreement. She should have known that you could never hide anything from one person, especially your best friend. Stacy walked over to her long time friend and got her into a humungous bear hug.

"Oh Amy, do you at least know who the father is?"

Amy looked up at Stacy and just started to cry even harder. She nodded again and she spoke words that came out all scrambled because she was crying so hard.

"He, he, he's the father Stacy! Him, the one I love!"

Stacy just went along with Amy wondering who the father was. Was the father possibly Chris. It had to be because that's where all those rumors came from, about them having sex.

"Well, is it Chris?"

"Of course it is you idiot! Who else could it be!"

"Oh, well I was just asking, Ames."


Amy knew that she had just told the biggest lie of her life. And with her luck, Stacy would go around telling everybody that it was Chris' baby, when it actually wasn't. But all Amy could do now was lie, because if she told anybody, her life would become a living hell.

"Hey, um, Stacy do you think you could wait for me out in the living room? Let me get washed up and all, then we can go get a bite to eat or something."

"Anything to get you out of this damn house Amy. God, you've been in here forever!"

Amy glared at her and motioned for her to get out. When Stacy finally left the room, Amy just looked at herself in the mirror. She looked at the black circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, and she looked at how bloodshot her eyes actually were. Things had not been going well for the past week, and she knew that it would be rough to tell Chris that he was that father. Surely, he would be happy, but she would hate to see his face when he found out the truth.

She turned on the faucet and put her hands into the warm water. She lightly touched her face as she washed it. She patted it quickly with a towel and looked into the mirror once again. This time, what she saw made her cringe.

She saw a woman in her late twenties already starting to have lines form on her forehead. She saw that her red hair was starting to turn into a greyish black color. She quickly withdrew from the mirror only to look back again.

This time, she saw her regular self. She shook her noticing how the ways of hallucination could make you see different, abnormal things. She, of course, knew that there was no possible way that this could be. She just chuckled to herself as she put on concealer and black eyeliner. She checked her hair before leaving the bathroom, and gave it a quick run-through (A/N: this means that she just quickly ran her hand through her hair).

She walked out of the bathroom with a big smile on her face making Stacy believe that she was alright. But deep down inside, she wasn't.

"Stace, can you wait in the car for just a second, I need to grab something real quick."

"Okee dokees!"


Amy ran as fast as he little legs could take her. Once she reached her destination, se took some deep breaths. She had made it into her kitchen. She walked towards something that was shining on the table and took it up into her hands.

"Thank God I'm wearing long sleeves."

She lifted her long sleeves up and prayed that this would take all the pain away. The knife in her hand went deeper and deeper into he arm when she could've sworn that it almost touched the bone. She had never done this before, and had never intended to do so, but this was the only thing that could take away the pain.

She sighed as she heard Stacy honk on the horn and decided to quicken her pace up. Before she walked outside, she looked at her arm once more and took in the excitement of seeing cuts going halfway up her arm.

Nobody could stop her from what she was doing right now, nobody.

Amy then ran out the front door, locked it, and jumped into the passenger seat of Stacy's car. She smiled and asked, "So where will we be going today?"


A/N: This chapter came out a lot longer than I expected it to, but I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it, even though it has to do with cutting. Anyways, RR pretty please!