A/N Last chapter guys and yes I want to slap both Randy and Raven for their idiotic-ness (Yes thats a word) Anyways this does have a sequel which will be called Same old dance but with funky new steps. And I forgave Wade Barrett because I kinda feel sorry for him, he's always the bad guy and all because he's british...Anyways I kept this in because I love the original idea behind it and admit it, it's awesome.
Raven's POV
After he left I went back to thinking. Could it really be that easy? Just say your sorry and they will forgive you? No, it wasn't that easy at least for me it wasn't it never was. Picking up my hunting knife I looked at the handle lovingly. My real father had left it for me in his will after he died. I ony wanted two things from him, his knife and his dog-tags, I got both. Everything just swirled in my head, pounding loudly as I took the knife from it's shief. Everything was just too hard to deal with, my father dying, my mother dying and no-one telling me. Going to the SAS and then getting my leg injury. Being locked away by my own Uncle, having not one but two mental illness' my sister dying (not that I really cared about that) watching the man I love profess his love for someone else, almost having my younger sister die because of a crazed fit of jealousy and now having this shit and being without Randy (Yes that was my own stupid fault) Tell me I didn't have a reason to hate my life. It had to stop, the pain and life itself. Taking off my call bell and setting it down beside me I pulled back my sheets and gown until I saw that grotesque scar on my left leg. Running the blade across it I wondered how I managed to come this far without falling, I had somehow soldiered on even if that meant doing it alone. Gently I traced my fingers over the scar making my silent calculations. Quietly I slid out a pillow out from underneath me and held it in my mouth, taking a deep breath I stabbed my leg right down to the bone. The pillow wasn't enough to hold my scream as the pain rattled up and down my body. The knife fell to the ground with a dull clutter as blood flowed over the bed sheets. My heart quickly went into shock trying to save me. Several nurses and doctors came running in and instantly tried to save my life.
I hoped they were too late.