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Be yourself
Lita walked through the arena, the consent stares getting to her she looked at the ground steady paces made her walk. She pulled on the hem of her gray sweatshirt and hooked her thumbs through the drawstrings of her gray diva sweatpants that while hugged her gave off no slut illusion. They thought she couldn't hear them. To them it was oh a slut comment here and oh she's garbage there…but it stung no matter how much you protect the wounds dirt will always get in them and sting. She had had many bumps and bruises hell she even broke her neck, but there was one break that she could not heal…her heart.
As she walked into the diva locker room she knew 4 heads had looked up but she kept her head down taking her locker and unpacking. She could distinctly hear the shrill up-beat laughter of one Christy Hemme and the annoying voices of Maria Kanellis and Lisa-Marie Varon (Victoria). She deftly stripped of her sweatshirt and pants shoving them in the locker…the clothes for tonight on. The slut outfit everyone wears it at one time or another, but it wasn't and outfit any longer it was who she was it was as though the material had sunken through to her personality taking everything she once was and throwing it down the toilet. She hated the names she tried to block them but when she would lie down to sleep every name, every gut-wrenching name came flying back at her and guilt washed over her like a waterfall. She knew the affair with co-worker Adam Copeland would bring these things. She laughed bitterly knowing that the 4 heads were staring at her again especially her best friend Patricia Stratigus, she knew how Trish worried about her, but she didn't deserve for any one's worry nor pity. She reached up top grabbing her make-up she brushed her fingers across the wooden case as it fell to the floor skidding across the floor with a large crash. She sighed and dropped to her knees retrieving the fallen items…a blush brush, 3 lipsticks, 2 sets of earrings. She then spotted a shiny bracelet of her own next to Maria's foot…she crawled the few inches and realized that it was the bracelet matt had given her for Christmas that last year…She remembered the guilt when she say the pretty gold charm bracelet. She picked it up still on her knew running her fingers over it then she broke into a fit of tears. Two sets of arms wrapping around her surrounding her with warmth. She looked up through her teary hazel eyes at one Christy Hemme and one Trish Stratus. Then she picked herself off the floor stuffing the items back into the box and stuffing it in her bag taking everything and walking out Raw could live on night without her…
Then she heard a call from down the hall,
"Miss Dumas where do you think you are going!"
She whipped around to see Eric Bischoff.
"Home…" She said quietly
"If you put one foot out of this arena you are fired!"
She didn't turn around to answer she kept o walking she knew full well that the only doors to the parking lot were the ones in the meeting room where the raw roster was gathered. She took a deep breath and turned the knob…all eyes on her as she took off her id and slid it on the stage…
"I'm going home…for good" she stated to a shocked Vince McMahon
"Are you sure?"
"No…but if I don't go I will be stuck in a hell hole for the rest of my life"
She turned on her heel to the right and walked out the doors…never looking back.
Alright how horrible was it…if u want I'll add some chapters