My beta said issue warning...
Also i wanna pologise for not getting back to everyone for the lovely reviews, in all honesty it's been a shitty time so i;m behind, but thanks and i appreciate all your kindness
So I have many yays for the sequel, I just wanted to make sure I'd have readers.. as for it happening, I don't know yet.. I have othe projects I'm working on… so we'll see…but thank you…
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Title: Instant Messenger 25?
Author: Harmoni
Category: WWE
Rating: T for teen...cuz I like to swear hehehe
Summary: A nice messenger chat with WWE imposters becomes her way for escape. Cause that's all they were, Imposters. she wasn't that dense, she just wanted to pretend and play along cuz that's what they were doing.. Right?
Disclaimer: the OC's belong to me. wrestlers belong to the WWE and themselves, Part of the cheer is from Bring it On and the other part is from me… yes I admit it I used to be a cheerleader hides head in shame
Spoilers: Randy is suspended, and I'll prolly just make it up as I go along. I might follow some things that happen and discard the rest. My fan fic, my rules ha ha ha)
Feedback: Please tell me what you think
Author's Note: Ahem if this completely sucks, I'm blaming it on my feverish mind… I wrote this while sick. There is an explanation behind this story that I may perhaps share at a later date. I dreamed half of it but that's how a lot of my fics start...and before people go on about another Randy story…. SOOOO not my fault My Randy Muse is running rampant and SOOOO not my fault… please tell me what you honestly think it's written in 1st person which I usually don't do. And this is still unbetaed….
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I woke up feeling fine. I didn't feel sick or nauseous or weak or anything. I felt completely fine, like I wasn't even sick.
Opening my eyes, I sat up with no problem and looked around confused. I thought I was supposed to go to the hospital but I was in my room. And it was empty. Had that been a dream? It wouldn't have been the first time.
I got out of bed, noticing I was wearing the clothes I had supposedly gone to Castle Fun Park in. Had I just fainted then and they had brought me home? Last time Danni was with me so where was she now?
I stepped out of my room and went towards the living room, pausing briefly at what appeared to be crying noises. It tugged at my heart. I know my mother was having a tough time with this. Maybe more so then me; but as I listened she wasn't the only one who was crying.
"I should've come sooner." A male voice, Randy, said.
"It wouldn't have made a difference." Another male, this one John, replied. "It happened too fast."
"So? I should've been with her all the time. I never should have let so much time go by when I found out. We could've had this time together. This isn't fair."
I grew puzzled. What was the big deal? I was okay, just another fainting spell. I stepped into the living room waiting for them to acknowledge me, but no one did.
"Life isn't fair." Danni said in a low voice. She looked up and looked right at me, but it seemed she didn't see me.
"Guys, I'm fine now, what's the big sob fest for? Did someone die?"
But they ignored me and Danni continued talking.
"She always said that. But she still made the best of it; even if she was trying to control our lives."
"Hey, I resent that. I was trying to protect you."
"She was tryin' to protect you, protect us all." John softly said. "Think about why she didn't tell Randy, or even wanna tell me."
I stepped closer. This wasn't right, what the hell was going on?
"Mom?" I softly called.
Everyone ignored me.
I stepped in front of Randy, kneeling down in front of him.
"Randy?" I softly called, waving my hands in front of him.
When I still wasn't acknowledged, I stood up wildly looking around as I turned in circles. But when I stopped, the rest of the world didn't. It kept spinning out of control, and I closed my eyes, waiting a long time before I opened my eyes, startled to see I was outside, in what looked like a cemetery.
I turned around, and without thinking, moved towards the crowd of people off to my left. I slowed down realizing it was all people I know. People I had worked with. Others I hadn't seen in a long time. Danni, Auntie Kay, my mom, Krista, Jen Randy, John, and some other members of the WWE roster.
"No." I whispered, stepping around everyone, noticing once again that no one seemed to know I existed. But then I saw why. It was because I didn't exist. Not anymore.
My fears had come true.
Lana May Mitchell
May 8, 1984-2006
Beloved daughter, beloved friend
Always in our hearts.
"No." I moaned, sinking to the still wet earth. "This isn't happening."
I watched as my mom, Danni, Auntie Kay, Randy, John and a few others walked by and laid a rose on the coffin, waiting to be put into the ground.
Tears trailed down my cheek as I stared at the coffin.
"Lana?"
I continued to cry not realizing someone was actually calling me.
"Lana, why are you crying?"
"I don't want to die." I sobbed, not looking up
"Then don't baby, it's time to wake up."
"How?" I moaned.
"Open your eyes."
"What?"
"You got to wake up sweetheart."
I opened my eyes, quickly closing them again as the harsh light broke through.
"Wh-" I couldn't finish because my mouth was so dry, immediately a hand was behind my head, helping me sit up as a glass of water was put to my lips. When I had a sip I opened my eyes again to see Randy there, looking as though he hadn't slept in days.
"What are you doing here?" I croaked out.
"John called me so I talked to Vince and with the help of Hunter, got the time off."
"For how long?"
"All house shows for the next little while. I have to go to Raw though if I'm needed, I actually just got back from it."
I looked at him confused. I had gone out with John and Danni on Thursday. Did I really sleep though the past few days?
"Why?"
He looked behind him and so did I. I saw my mother there, looking red eyed as if she had been crying since I had fainted.
"Mommy?" I whispered.
She sobbed and stepped forward to hug me, for some odd reason I felt like I should be the one comforting her so I did.
"Momma, it's okay. I'm going to be okay."
I felt her tense and she pulled away a forced smile now on her features.
"Of course you are baby."
"What happened?"
"You passed out." Randy stated matter of factly.
"But…why?"
They never got to answer as the door opened and a nurse came in followed by Danni, who came over and grasped my hand as the nurse checked my vitals.
"Good to see you awake, Lana, you gave us all quite a scare." The nurse said, filling out my chart. "We had your doctor paged and she should be here shortly."
"Where's John?" I asked after the nurse left.
Randy and Danni exchanged a look and I grew tired with the lack of answers.
"Can you tell me anything? Why is it so hard telling me where he is?"
"He wanted me to apologize for him." Randy hesitantly replied, "but we both couldn't get the time off. He had appearances to do."
"And was that so hard to say?" I asked with a frown.
He gave a small smile as he shook his head.
"How long have I been out for?" I asked, still confused about everything.
"5 days." Danni whispered.
I frowned. "When can I go home?"
Again the looks were exchanged, and I blew out a frustrated sigh.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked, thoroughly annoyed.
"Let's just wait for the doctor to come in." My mom soothed as she brushed my hair back.
I scowled and leaned back against my pillow but then I realized why they were being so evasive. Something was going on.
"Oh my god, something's wrong with me, isn't it?"
Randy grabbed my hand and I could see his eyes growing watery which pretty much confirmed what I had been thinking.
I lifted his chin and forced him to look at me.
"Your silence is very reassuring." I whispered. "It's stronger then ever isn't it?"
"I-I don't know for sure."
I sighed, and leaned back, closing my eyes. "Yes you do, you all know, and I'm going to know soon too. I don't see the point in stepping around it."
"Right to the point, like always, aren't you Lana?"
I opened my eyes and stared into the sympathetic eyes of my doctor, Dr. Cortez.
"Finally some answers." I huffed. "It's like pulling teeth."
She chuckled. "I'm sorry Lana, they were smart to wait for me. We don't want to give you any wrong information and cause unnecessary stress."
"And the silence is doing wonders for me." I sarcastically replied.
"Let's get right to it then." She said, pulling a chair up to my bed as she decided to also check my vitals. "Would you like them to remain?"
I nodded, grabbing Randy's hand.
"Basically your leukemia is attacking at a much faster pace then any of us expected. We are starting you on the Chemo tomorrow, hoping to at least slow it down. But it is taking over your body and I bumped you up on the waiting list for a marrow transplant. You are now high priority."
I squeezed Randy's hand. Being moved up was on one hand good. But that just showed how much more fatal this all was.
"How long will it take?" I asked.
"I can't predict it. We could find a compatible donor as soon as tomorrow or it could take awhile."
I brushed away the tears, refusing to let them take me over.
"How long do I have?"
Now Dr. Cortez sighed and I looked up at her, willing her to give me the news.
"Again, I can't predict that."
"Estimate, I know you have an idea."
"It all depends on how well the Chemo helps. You can have anywhere from 1-4 months."
My blood ran cold as my head dropped to my chest.
I could be dead by this time next month, and if not, anywhere in the next 4 months if a donor wasn't found.
Now this wasn't just a possibility I could be dying.
I really was dying.