Tainted Blessings • book two

•Nikki~6•

As a professional wrestler, I am trained to be familiar with pain. I know what hurting is suppose to look like as well as what it suppose to feel like.

But there was no preparation for this.

There was nothing that could have ever prepared me for this. Nothing at all.

Every inch of my body radiated with a painful heat that never went away. The smallest things such as a small wave of wind from the door opening could make every inch of my body throb.

It hurt to blink so I kept my eyes closed. I couldn't find my voice, nor was I sure that I could, so I kept my mouth closed.

Doctors and nurses filled in one after one, hour after hours, day by day. Some attempting to make conversation as though I would talk back, others simply just doing what they had to do before going to the next room down the hall and repeating the process.

I had been put to sleep and had a surgeon work on me over 7 times. If I'm correct then it has been exactly 8. And though I did not bother to move and see what had tried to be repaired, I could tell work had been done on my knee, arm, and chest. Wherever else remained a mystery and I wasn't bothered to solve it.

My mother was still here. She forced me to eat. She would place the tube in my mouth and command me to partake in whatever mashed food the hospital had decided to serve that day. Some days I refused. It was not because I wished to be defiant, but simply because I had no appetite, or it pained me too much to swallow.

Living itself was quiet painful.

I never thought about death. It wasn't something that use to cross my mind. I believed was too young to focus on it. After all, I had my entire life ahead of me.

I'm sure Brie believed the same thing.

That's when it started. I couldn't help but think about it daily.

But if Brie was still here, would I have done this?

But that leads me the bigger question.

If Brie hadn't passed... would I have ever gotten closer to Dean? If I had would it had been taken this far. Would I still have climbed on that rail and tightly hold the hand of a man that didn't belong to me.

Before I jumped would I have thought about her?

Would I have thought about how cruel it would have been to leave my twin?

Would I have forced myself down?

Would I have brought Dean back down with me...

Dean.

I hadn't seen him since they forced him out of my room, but I could still feel him.

I could still feel his hand wrapped around my own as soothing words left his lips in an attempt to calm me, not knowing that the simple sound of his voice brought me a lifetimes worth of peace.

I wanted to see him. I wanted to hear his voice. He was the only thing worth opening my eyes for anymore and yet I could not see him.

Why couldn't I see him...

The thought quickly vanished from my mind when there was a knock at the door. Another check in I assumed.

"Come in." My mother answered from the small couch in the room. I remained silent as I always did, a tad bit hot under the covers, but I didn't bother to alert anyone. I didn't bother to alert anyone anymore.

A few moments later a woman with long brown hair walked in. She wore a pantsuit, gray in color. She had bright green eyes and a bright smile to match.

She definitely wasn't a nurse.

"Good morning Cathy." The woman smiled brightly as she walked into the room.

"Maria." My mom replied with a small smile, "Its good to see you. I don't remember you scheduling a meeting today. Did I overlook it?"

"No you didn't love." She replied, her eyes wandering over to me before a large smile appeared on her face, "Oh my goodness! She's awake! You didn't tell me she woke up."

"It's been a bit hectic." My mom admitted with a small laugh, "Nikki this is Maria Fernandez. She's our lawyer."

'Lawyer?' I questioned myself but simply blinked at the woman in front of me.

"It's nice to meet you Nikki." She woman said as she gave a genuine smile, "I've been helping your mom through this and I'm ready to help you too."

I remained silent as I stared at the woman. She didn't wait for a response which I was grateful for, but instead turned back towards my mom.

"So there's been good news." She told us, "The first court date has finally been decided."

"When is it?" My mom questioned.

"April 9, 2019." She responded and I saw my mother frown.

"April 2019?" She questioned Maria, "That's over a year from now."

"It's actually closer to a year and a half." Maria explained, "But this is good Cathy, I promise. I actually requested that they push the date back as far as they could."

"I just wanted this process to be over with." She groaned.

"I know you do but this gives us the upper hand." She explained before giving me a small smile, "Nikki can testify."

'What?' I immediately questioned myself.

"Testify?" My mom immediately asked, "Why would she need to testify?"

"Look." Maria told her, "Adam Walpole has a lawyer. A good lawyer. And his lawyer using everything he can to me sure he looks innocent."

"He killed my daughter!" My mom protested, "What more could they possibly need?"

That's what this is about...

And so that was his name? Adam.

"Cathy trust me, I know." Maria told her, "But I've seen people get away with murder before. I'm trying to do everything I can to prevent that. Calling people to the stand works in our favor. Bryan already agreed without hesitation. I plan to get in contact with Mr.Cena as well to see if he wouldn't mind taking part in it as well."

She turned to me with a small smile, "And if you feel up to it you can testify too Nikki. I won't force you, but this would help getting justice for your sister. If you can't I completely understand."

"Maybe today's not the best day for an answer." My mother protested, "She's been through enough Maria."

"I understand." Maria nodded, "But I wanted to let her know that there was an option."

Even if I wanted to answer to her question, I couldn't. My mind was stuck on the two names I hadn't heard in what felt like centuries.

Bryan. My sisters husband. I hadn't seen him since the wedding. The last thing I remember him asking was 'where I was going'. We had been at the reception and I couldn't stay there another minute knowing that Dean wasn't there. Bryan had questioned my whereabouts, but I simply told him I'd be back. He told me to be careful...

Then there was the other name she had mentioned.

Mr.Cena.

John.

My husband.

***
um so...
Neana is dead.
realistically.