AUTHOR'S NOTE: Heey , so no ISTELLA'S POV this time around , I wanna get the story to go on ! I've been thinking about merging the two POV's into one chapter , with line breaks in between so you guys could differentiate . And of course there would be a label saying which POV it is . What do you all think ? Shall I post them together ? I think it would be a little more in-depth , and then more information and feelings could be revealed . ENJOY THE STORY AND TELL ME YOUR OPINION ON POV'S !

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Katherine Nicotra ;D

Chapter 6:

I sat in my locker room, the cold, quietness enveloping me. "You should forget about her. She's nothing..." I gasped,breathing heavily as I heard it. The voice. It was back after a break of exactly four days. I gritted my teeth, shaking my head.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I muttered out loud. I heard it's eerie chuckle, and listened to it.

"You can fool everyone, but you can't fool me. You have feelings for her. Drop it." I gritted my teeth at the voice, remembering the lyrics to 'I Will Not Bow' by Breaking Benjamin once more.

"You're wrong." I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling sick. I felt like everything was crushing my chest, and I rushed for the bathroom. I emptied my stomach's contents into the toilet. My fucking life was coming down, and I couldn't stop the voice as I rinsed out my mouth and reseated myself.

"Remember Stuart Barnnett, or Wade Barrett? Of course you do. If not for yourself, then forget her for her safety. Let me remind you..." I shot up, clutching my head.

"No... please." I tried to gain my voice, but it was a hoarse whisper, a plea unheeded by the voice, which laughed in its raspy voice of dried, dead leaves. I stood in front of the couch as everything flooded back.

FLASHBACK:

"Hey, I'm back." Randy smiled as he came into the locker room, his smile widening as he saw the people in it.

"Hey man," Hunter said, giving him a quick man-hug which Randy returned. He high-fived Batista and Flair, his two close friends within the WWE, and then faced the couch, his face bursting into a joyous grin.

"Hey you." He hugged the last person who greeted him. He hugged the person close.

"Hey, Sam." He kissed her gently, and hugged her. She hugged him back, pulling away.

"Honey, I got a letter from someone to meet them in some conference room. I'll be back, alright?" She looked at him through her warm brown eyes, smiling at him. He felt his heart beat faster at her beautiful smile.

"Of course. I love you." Sam smiled at Randy, and pecked his lips.

"I love you, too." She left then, and Randy sat down onto the couch. Hunter leaned towards him, his face grave. Randy frowned, looking at him.

"What's wrong Hunter?" Randy's stomach twisted. Nothing ever worried Hunter, so Randy was nervous.

"You remember your old friend, that Stuart Bennett kid that keeps on trying and failing to get into WWE? He left me a note today. You might want to read it." Hunter passed it to Randy, and Randy looked at it

YOU THINK YOU'RE LITTLE BITCH ORTON IS SO FUCKING GREAT? HE HAS EVERYTHING HANDED TO HIM, BUT I'LL TAKE SOMETHING AWAY. I SWEAR, I'LL TAKE SOMETHING AWAY FROM HIM. SOMETHING SO DEAR TO HIM THAT HE WONT EVER RECOVER.

Randy shivered. "Psychotic bastard. Just writes these shitty letters all the time." He threw the letter back at Hunter.

"Yeah. But I have a bad feeling about this..." Hunter shrugged, and they all sat. Randy got up.

"I'm going to shower, when will Sam be back?" Randy looked at Dave, and he shrugged.

"I think she said it was only a half an hour meeting. I know it's with some Creative Writer about giving her a job, but I never told her that." Dave grinned and Randy laughed.

"Thats great! Im going to take a long shower, my muscles are sore." Randy left to the showers.

...

Randy returned an hour later, after a reinvigorating shower, to see Sam had not yet returned.

"Where's Sam?" Randy looked around, and Hunter's eyes shot up.

"I don't know, but it's been an hour..." Hunter suddenly got up, looking sick. "I think we should look for her." He spoke quickly, and Randy agreed. Flair and Dave got up obediently.

"Hunter. What do you think happened. Tell me." Randy stared at him, but Hunter shook his head.

"I don't know. And that's what's scaring me so bad." Hunter's words caused Randy' to feel sick. He shook it off, determination crossing his face.

"She's probably around. Let's find her." Randy left first, and stopped.

The hall was crowded with people, all rushing in one direction. Randy turned to look at Hunter, who had a worried expression on his face. Without a second thought, Randy rand quickly in the direction where the crowd was going. It was towards the parking lot. Upon reaching it, he felt numb.

Sam was lying in a pool of her own blood, with multiple superstars trying to help her regain consciousness. A siren was coming closer, and an ambulance arrived. Randy snapped back, and flew towards Sam.

"Sam... SAM!" Randy screamed loudly, causing everyone to stop speaking. The paramedics loaded her onto a stretcher, and Randy looked at them.

"Are you family, sir?" A paramedic asked him.

"I'm her boyfriend." Randy felt like this was all a farce, but couldn't escape it. The paramedic nodded, and let him into the back of the ambulance. As they drove, he heard the heart monitor. He held Sam's hand tightly, and her eyes suddenly glinted. She turned her head slightly, and Randy kissed her forehead. She smiled at him weakly, and then spoke with difficulty.

"I ... wi... will al... always love you... Randy." Randy felt her squeeze his hand and he kissed her forehead again.

"Baby, you're gonna be okay. Don't worry. You'll be fine." Randy spoke to her, keeping his forehead to hers, looking into her eyes. She smiled at him, and then her eyes started to close.

BEEP... BEEP ... BEEP .. BEEP .. BEEP .. BEEP .. BEEP . BEEP . BEEP . BEEP , BEEP , BEEP ...

"NO! Sam, stay with me, baby! Please! I love you baby, you're gonna be okay! Sam!" Randy spoke to her frantically, feeling a pain like no other in his chest. He felt the grip on his hand fade, and kissed her forehead, looking at her slowly closing eyes. He was pushed away by paramedics, who attempted to shock her as the heart rate monitor beeped on and on. Suddenly, they all froze, hearing it.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPP...

An endless noise, only being engulfed by a roar from a single man, heartbroken.

The paramedics tried to shock Sam, but it wouldn't work.

"I'm sorry..." A man touched Randy's shoulder softly, and Randy broke down crying, muttering Sam's name again and again, never stopping, not remembering what happened after that. The funeral, he remembered. That was it, though. The one thing he knew that he couldn't prove was this: Stuart Bennett had done this. And of course, Stuart would admit this to noone but Randy, torturing him and killing him for the rest of his life.

I fell to my knees, and before I knew it, I was tearing up. I saw the tears on the ground, and felt them run down my face, the wetness clinging to it. I began to sob, knowing my body was shaking and quivering. I couldn't bear the pain anymore. She had died because of him. She had died because of me.

"I'm so sorry, Sam. I'm so sorry. Sam, please come back, I need you. I'm so sorry..." I rambled endlessly, feeling sick to the point where throwing up wasn't enough. I wanted to scream, but couldn't because my throat was lodged with all the pent up agony. I couldn't live this way. I had to let this out, and the voice had decided to remind me of my past at this very instant. The birth of the voice was the death of Sam. The death of the one thing I loved.

I cried endlessly, and I couldn't stop... not even when I felt a small pair of hands hug me from my side, giving me warmth and comfort. Not even when those hands guided me, making me get up and sit on the couch. I couldn't see, and I didn't stop even when those hands laid my head in it's comforting lap, letting me cry as it stroked my head, leaning over, curtaining me with a sheet of black, and hugging me around the shoulders. I didn't even notice myself clinging to the arms that hugged me.

"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay." I recognized the voice, but I couldn't remember. I couldn't think, see, talk, remember... I felt dead. The only thing that was stopping me from feeling completely gone was the little voice of the person who was doing the one thing which no person had ever dared to do. Comfort me.

Little did I know that comfort could come from the people you treated the worst.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Short , I know , but this chapter couldn't have too much , soo yeah [x I cried when I wrote that , ugh , it just drained me :| I hope nobody ever has to live with something that horrible ever . Love you all , and Happy Thanksgiving !