The crowd didn't know who it was at first. When I came out, they went crazy. I knew I would have to get a better entrance theme, but this was all I had. I picked my puppy up and picked up his little paw to help him "wave." The fans had signs that said "Happy Birthday Sarah" and I think one said "Sarah's 15…3 more years to legal!" That one kind of creeped me out. I walked over to the announce table. I gave my puppy to King so he could watch over him.

"JR look! Sarah has a puppy!"

"Please say it like I hope you don't mean to."

"No. That would be saying she had puppies! In fact…"

"Don't go there or else John will slap you across the face!"

Knowing my Dad, he would too. I got a mic and went to the middle of the ring. There were Eddie chants and chants for me. I started my lines.

"Because of what happened last week, I didn't get to finish my match. So Trish, I want a rematch. Right here, right now!"

And boy did the crowd go wild. OK so I wasn't supposed to call her out now. But I wanted to open the show! Not be in the middle! So her music came on quickly and she ran out. Her hair didn't look quite finished, but I didn't care. I smiled and welcomed her to the ring. She smiled coyly at me and got into the ring. And then I pounced. She didn't have time to give the ref her belt! She just flung it away when the bell rang. I few head bangings on the mat, some hair pulling, and a ram into the corner. I ran to give her a spear but she moved out of the way. I went shoulder first into the ring post. Damn never wanted to do that! I got of the way, clutching my shoulder in pain. I was trying to sell an injury. But it really did hurt! Trish pulled me up by my hair and whipped me across the ring. She got on top of me and started to punch. She got up before the 5 count. She set me up on the top rope for a hurricanna. But I pushed her away. I was setting up for a quick Picture Perfect but she got up. So I jumped on top of her. She fell and I fell on top of her. The ref got down. 1…2…she kicked out! I got up and looked like I was frustrated. I bent down and pretended to talk smack to her.

"Sorry for the quick come out!"

See? All you have to do is say random words and your ok! Unless the camera is up in your face. Then you're screwed. So I was on the top rope for Picture Perfect, but Victoria came down the ramp. I jumped off the top rope at her. No, it wasn't planned. But I wanted to shake things up. The ref called for the bell for an outside interference. I rammed her back against the apron. Then I threw her into the ring. I did a few stompings then rammed her into the ring post. I made sure she was out. I went to the top rope again for a third attempt, but Trish pulled me down. What? She was supposed to let me finish! Oh well! I pretended I was down and out. Trish fought with Victoria for a while. Right when Trish was about to do Stratusfaction, I jumped on her back. I was 15, but I was still small. She tried to get me off, but it wasn't working very well.

"Get off me!"

"Try and get me off bitch!"

OK so that was uncalled for. But dude, I was getting mad! I don't know what at. Maybe I was taking the anger of Eddie's death out on her. I could see my puppy out of the corner of my eye trying to get out of King's hands. Then Victoria drop kicked Trish, which made me fall off. She set me up for the Widows Peak. But something went wrong. She landed funny, which made my neck crack and to have a really big impact on my head then it should have. The last thing I remember was a ref trying to get me to talk, him calling for medical help, Victoria screaming 'Oh god what have I done?' and my Dad basically in tears. Then my hearing went out. I passed out.

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The next thing had to be a dream. I was sitting in my low rider. It was white all around me. I looked in the passenger seat. It was Eddie. He was thumbing through a Mexican car magazine. I gasped. He looked up from the magazine and smiled. I hugged him so tight. This time it was a real hug. He hugged me tighter back.

"Eddie what are you doing here?"

"You're dead."

"Eddie!"

"Sorry my little Mamacita! You know my motto. Lie, cheat and steal."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to tell you to let go."

"Let go of what?"

"Of me! The memory you have of me fading away! It wasn't your fault sweetie. It was mine. Stop blaming yourself. I don't want you to be sad anymore. You need to let it all go."

Let him go? Let him go. He was asking the impossible. I could never let him go. But…that's what Shawn said. That and keep holding on. I looked over at Eddie. He looked so happy here. He put my head in his hands.

"My little girl, 15. See? I told you we would go for a ride. Well, it's not really a ride. But close enough."

"Haha yeah close enough."

There was a pretty aquward silence. I finally spoke up.

"I saw the DVD."

"So Vickie did give it to you."

"Eddie I loved it. I cried when I saw it. And my new puppy? I named him after you. That's ok right?"

"Yes that's fine. I don't want you to forget me totally."

We sat in the car again in silence. He checked the middle of his magazine. It seemed that he was watching something.

"You might want to return. You're really on the brink."

"Do I have to?"

"Do you want to be dead on your 15th birthday?"

"No…"

I hugged him for one last time. I couldn't linger long since I was almost dead. Eddie kissed me on the cheek.

"Love you babe."

"Love you forever."

Eddie got out of the car and walked away. He winked and blew me a kiss. Within seconds, I was back to reality.

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I woke to my Dad sitting down in a chair in the corner of the room. He was looking at me. I could tell he was crying. When I opened my eyes he jumped up from his seat. He basically ran over to me. He pressed the nurse's button like a million times.

"Oh thank god you're ok. I don't know what would have happened if I lost you. Oh do you remember anything? Who I am?"

"…Dad…"

That's all I really could say at the time. Yet I could speak in my dream. Great. The doctor came in calmly. I saw all the starts behind the door. When they saw I was awake, they all tried to get through the door. Shawn made his way through and closed the door. He was holding my puppy. He put my puppy on my stomach. He licked my face and curled up on my stomach. The doctor looked over my charts. Then the pain hit me. I was having excruciating pain in the neck and my head hurt like hell!

"Well Ms. Cena I'm glad your back."

"Ow."

"Yes it does hurt. But this might hurt more. You broke your neck. Your spinal cord became un-attached from your neck. We need to do surgery on your neck. Your head is fine, just a little damage. The surgery will take place tomorrow and you will be out of action."

"For how long?"

"Oh I would say about…hmm…3-4 months."

3-4 months! Torture! No being on the road. Just sitting at home somewhere! Possibly staying in MN and going to high school! I moaned in disagreement. My Dad started to shake his head. Shawn looked really sorry for me. The doctor went over a few things, but I wasn't paying attention. Finally he walked out. Shawn took my hand and kissed.

"Honey I'm sorry to see you like this. You'll feel better, I promise."

He kissed my forehead and walked out. My Dad came over next.

"You mad?"

"Yeah."

"I'll stay home if you need me too. I don't need this…"

"No. Keep…going."

My Dad was getting tears in his eyes. He kissed me on the cheek.

"So where were you?"

"Dreaming."

"Of what?"

"Just…letting go."

He let the other stars in for a while. I got so many get well presents. Victoria was sobbing and apologized a million times. I forgave her over a million times. Finally I asked for some rest, and fell asleep.

The surgery went fine, no problems. After a couple days I was discharged. The plane ride home to the states sucked since I was in a neck brace and not comfortable. I went to school, even though I should have been home resting. I went out with friends after a while. I missed seeing everyone every week. I updated on my condition on my myspace, and Shawn had me e-mail my letter so he could put it in the box. But staying home being cooped up a lot sucked. I eventually got better, but there was one spot that I just hated. I knew the time would come, but I didn't want it to. By the way, I had a not-so-happy sucky birthday to me.