She's A Strange One // Dean Ambrose

Three

Dean's POV

Marissa. Her name was Marissa. I wasn't entirely sure if it was her ring name or not, but nonetheless, I had something to call her now, and not 'new girl'.

She hadn't wrestled last night at RAW, tonight was the Smackdown tapings, so I was hoping that tonight i'd finally get to see her in the ring.

I thought back to what Marissa said to me yesterday
'This may be the Ambrose Asylum for now, but soon, it will be Marissa's Madhouse'
What on earth did she mean by that?! It was eating me up on the inside because I was trying so hard to decipher what it meant. Although, it probably meant nothing and I'm over-thinking. Yeah, that's probably right.

Marissa's POV

My eyes snapped open as I bolted upright in the white sheets of the hotel bed. I grabbed the covers frantically to bring myself back to earth, and thank god it worked. I sighed shakily. 'Just another nightmare' I thought bitterly.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my forearm and grimaced as my arm became soaked. Ew. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and hopped into the shower, hoping the heat would relax my tense muscles.

I hadn't had a nightmare in years. It was always the same one, I despised recurring nightmares, especially this one. I couldn't believe it was back, I thought it had disappeared for good once I was prescribed my medicine. Clearly not.

Clearly not, nutcase.

"Good morning to you too, Kitty" I snapped. I don't think I could deal with Kitty today. I didn't want to at least.

Maybe the reason the nightmare is back, is because you haven't been taken the pills, dumbass.

Oh yeah. I rolled my eyes, knowing I'd have to go back to get my 'special normal pills' as I called them.

"Kitty?" I asked aloud "Am I crazy?"

You're just as sane as I am, darling.

I smiled softly as I begun to lather my body with soap. I froze.

"What's the date?" I asked myself in a panic.

It's the 7th, calm down.

Trust Kitty to answer for me. But I breathed a sigh of relief. On the 15th of every month, I had to collect my medicine, it wasn't your typical over-the-counter-prescription medicine. Which gives me just over a week to plan everything ahead to make sure I could get it.

Everything would be okay. I hope.

•••

"Sodium, sodium, sodium, sodium, sodium, sodium, sodium, sodium, Batmaaaan!" I sang softly to myself as I stood at the catering table. I grabbed some salary type stuff, shoved it into my plate and sat down at an empty table.

"Nice song you were singing back there" I looked up to find Dean sitting down opposite me. "Care to explain what the fuck it was about though?"

I sighed. "So the original Batman theme goes like 'na na na na' right?" He nodded "And Na on the periodic table is Sodium, so you know, you just change it"

He paused for a while. "Nerd"

"Mental Patient" I corrected him. Dean chuckled.

"Come on, you aren't that crazy!" I raised an eyebrow.

Come on sweetheart, let's show him how crazy you really are!

"Shut up!" I scolded Kitty, but Dean obviously thought I was talking to him.

"Touchy" He muttered. I groaned, I take pride in being nuts, but telling people I have literal voices in my head that talk to me and encourage me to do things that aren't particularly sane, sounds like a death wish. So I go for a different approach.

"I wasn't talking to you, but trust me, I'm a lot crazier than I let on" I giggled, before getting up and skipping away, leaving my plate of discarded salad on the table.

Dean's POV

This girl is meddling with my senses. I do not like it. I do not like it one bit. I literally can't get her off my mind. I want to talk to her for hours, get to know her; where she's from, her birthday and all of that stuff. But everytime I talk to her, she's leaves a comment about her mental stability, and skips off.

Maybe she's one of those 'leaving them wanting more' types? I don't know, but i definitely want to know more at least. All I know so far is that her name is Marissa and that she's British, from her distinct accent. That's not much to go on though, I know that about most people here. Seth is from Iowa, Paige is from Norwich and Randy is from St Louis. I could name a lot more. My body is itching to go look for her and question her, but that'll probably make me look like some kind of stalker, so I'll just wait until I see her next.

Which I hope, will be soon.

Marissa's POV

"I wonder when we'll be going back home?" I mused aloud.

You really want to go back to that shithole?

I scoffed "England isn't that bad!"

That isn't what I'm talking about.

"Don't bring that up" I snapped. That's all I needed right now. To be reminded about the past, and to be honest the reason why I'm deemed 'mentally unstable' or to put it bluntly 'crazy'

But I'm not. I know what I'm doing. I'm in control. I just have a voice in my brain, that I've named and talk to on a daily basis. I could get medicine to make Kitty go away, but she's all I have.

You love me too much, admit it.

I roll my eyes. Sometimes she gets me into trouble, although it hasn't happened in a while. But now I'm working in an environment surrounded by normal, same people, I need to keep Kitty under control.

So, Ambrose huh?

"What about him?" I perched myself onto a crate that was down an empty hallway.

You like him don't you?

It was more of a question than a statement. "Of course not, Kitty! I barely know the man, although he's the only guy I've met who hasn't tried to flirt with me" I had to praise him for that.

"I suppose I could consider him a...a friend" I smiled softly to myself. A friend. That sounded nice. I hadn't really had any friends growing up. From the moment I could walk or talk, everyone I met thought I was a wacko. It got worse as I grew up. Everyone despised me, even though I had done nothing to them. Then when I was 15, well, that's when everything changed and I wasn't allowed to have any friends. Or relationships of any sorts for that matter.

"We have to stop bumping into each other like this" It was Ambrose. I scooted over to make room for him to sit down.

"Indeed. Or are you just stalking me?" I giggled.

"Possibly" He looked around shiftily.

"I knew it" I punched him on the arm playfully. I searched the crate until I found a marker pen. I took hold of Dean's wrist and pulled it towards me.

"I have to go, but seeing as we keep unexpectedly meeting like this, have my number and maybe we can arrange one" I spoke as I wrote my phone number across his arm. I winked before jumping off the cart and walking off. Smiling at Dean as I passed him.