Love on a Wall

Miss-ed606 (evildiva606)

Disclaimer: I only own the new characters and places and you know what the WWE owns what the wrestlers own and what Vince McMahon owns. I am simply writing out of my imagination.

Remember: This story has no draft. It is on the spot and I have no idea how this will turn out. Bear with me...Please...

Note: Once again…it is an impromptu story and bear with me also due to the fact that I am 13…

Summary: Can posters really see what we do? Are their eyes really watching us? Or are they just part of the decoration? Well, I have a poster of Randy Orton...and some strange things have been happening.

Previously:

"It's me." He said seductively. Leaving me there to yearn for his lips to come just a bit closer.

He slowly and gently moved away tucking my hair behind my ear and letting his hand slide down my left arm. As I practically shivered my shoes off, he left. Leaving me to sit there and feel his breathe again against my lips. He left me there to yearn for more. I know he'll be back. I just know it.

I just don't know when.

Chapter Five:

I am once more, in another state of shock, whereas I usually feel left out in the world.

No one, I can assure you, no one is going through what I am undergoing now. It's just me. Me, myself and I; experiencing something out of the ordinary.

The man I thought to be my one true love, is now here. Showing signs of wanting me.

But for some reason, I continue to live in doubt that he wants me. Maybe he is just trying to give me a heart attack. Well, he doesn't have to try any longer.

I, until now, still have difficulty getting used to this.

My hair stands several times (I should get a wax) and my spine is already burned with all the electricity going up.

I have to get a refill on cold sweat and another dose of emotions.

I need so many things right now. Especially with the fact that I have lost tons of it within a two months.

With that, I wasn't even able to get started on my thesis. Which is due next month.

My sanity is lost, the pigment that was on my face is gone. My mind is as empty as an abandoned warehouse.

Right now, watching Reality TV, when the pillows and blankets are finally off, the announcer tells me…

WHEREVER YOU GO, WHATEVER YOU DO, SOMEBODY OR SOMETHING IS ALWAYS WATCHING YOU.

To my dismay, I agree with the man.

To my horror, my spine tingles with that feeling right now.

The cold breeze continues to sweep the first feet of the room in height. Brushing chills up against my feet all the way up.

His presence, once again felt.

The yearning coming back to me and reminding me how much I wanted something so bad, especially with the fact that something weird happened last night. Something odd, something out of the blue, out of the ordinary, out of someone's right mind.

Once again, the lights all went off. This time, dead silence accompanied it. Deafening silence.

I moved not an inch from where I sat on the couch. Something told me not to move.

But for once, I went against my intuition. I stood up and maybe tripped over a few things, but this time, I turned the lights on. I entered my room and sat on the foot of the bed. I sat there on my own. Still, the silence conquered the room. Still, I felt the presence of someone in the room. I was determined this time to see him. Face to face, eye to eye, talking heart to heart. I would see the one person who's been leaving me on the edge of my seat for more than two months. The lights went off again. And this time, I decided not to move.

Silence…how I hated it right now. How I wished something would just sound up.

With that, I felt to hands on my shoulders, massaging so perfectly, my eyes felt heavy. No way, I was not falling into the---mm---trap. With that, all the tension left me.

"You still haven't answered my question." I stated whilst my physical numbness.

He didn't reply. With that, he went to my neck and started massaging it. Until, I now felt butterfly kisses.

Beep Beep Beep!

My alarm clock rang.

8:40 a.m.

No, it wasn't a dream.

I guess he just made sure I relaxed before writing my thesis.

And you know what?

I did.

This kept on for days, almost weeks.

Until one night…when my whole world stopped.

End of Chapter 5

Sneak Peek on Chapter Six:

He was coming…wasn't he? Is he? Will he? Would he?

12 midnight

How could he?