Cena's Daughter

Disclaimer: Oh yeah, I own John Cena and all the people in the WWE, I'm rich and famous and everyone wants to be me. Yeah right, I own Michelle and that's all. Do you really think if I knew John Cena and people from the WWE I'd be sitting here?

A/N Okay, I'm updating this story faster than I have my other ones but just bare with me, I wrote this last night at about one Am and it might not make much sense. Also, I mixed up who her mother was (I was thinking of another story I'm writing) so bare with me on that too. So now her mother is Trish Stratus not Christy Hemme (I have no idea why I mixed it up but I did so yeah). This story is gonna have a huge twist around in this chapter and I know you'll never have seen it coming so on with the story

That was a diary entry I wrote two years ago. A lot of things have happened since then.

Firstly, my parents have split up; apparently they stopped bringing out the best in each other. I can't say I didn't see it coming. I mean, they were always fighting about practically nothing; dad was never here because of his wrestling and music career and was forever at the recording studio or at an appearance, they barely ever slept in the same bed together and mom was always upset. It really hurt after how happy we were, it almost killed me and was the hardest thing I've ever had to face but that's how I got into writing (mostly stories and poetry).

Secondly, when my mom and dad were separated, my mom and this guy got together and that's when my little brother Josh came into the picture. Anyway, when this guy found out mom was pregnant, he ran and I was left to take care of mom for the remaining seven months. Josh will be two soon and I love him to death but sometimes he's a little devil. Now the final thing that is so important yet so insignificant, I've turned punk/skater chick which has turned most of my old "friends", everyone who has heard rumors about me and most people who don't know me, against me. I've recently started a band with some new, punk-skater friends of mine called Unfinished Perfection. I don't write any of the songs yet but I'm hoping to be able to turn some of my poetry into music.

My life has gotten loads harder since that last diary entry and I don't love it nearly as much as I did. My dad barely has any time for me so I live with my mom. Also, he's been seeing the Slut of the WWE, Stacy Keibler who I Hate. It's not just my hostility towards my parents' divorce, I genuinely hate her and I have for ages.

One of the prime things that hurts the most is, I've been training for over a year, getting ready to make my debut to RAW next year and my dad isn't showing any signs that make me think he cares.

I said before that I didn't love my life nearly as much as I did but I've just realized something, I don't love or like my life, I Hate it!

This is just a poem signifying how I felt during that hellish time:

My tears fall on the page and stain

And I fall into a blind rage

My anger never seems to fade

And I'm always in such pain

I cry myself to sleep at night

And in the day I put up such a fight

To stay alive hurts

But to die burns

Scars of life will go to the grave

And I can never, ever be saved

Caught in a lull of silence

As in my head I see flashed acts of violence

The end draws near

But I'm too bored to fear

I see sleep is soon

And am surprised to find myself alone in my room

A/N: Okay, what did everybody think? Review, review, review! And before I get my account blocked on I have to say all poems are 100 original, anybody can borrow them (like anyone'd want them) but make sure you ask me first. I'm not sure when I'll update next but I'll try to make it soon