(Picture is of the ring that Colby and Mark get her.)
Jayden:
"Boyfriend? Since when?"
"He asked me--"
"Renee, don't lie. It's in your dreams. Aren't you married?" she opens her mouth but closes it quickly and walks away. I smirk and Colby wraps his arm around my shoulder lazily and we walk to his dressing room. Randy and Glenn wave goodbye before walking off.
"That was an impressive frog splash. Usually high fliers do that. Do you know what Lucha libre is?"
"Yeah, I've studied it."
"You have?"
"Yeah." I chuckle, "in my school, if you even paid attention, we had wrestling classes and I took high flying."
"You did wrestling?"
"Yes." I chuckle again, "how do you think I got all those awards?"
"Singing, music, drama, fashion, cosmetology and art."
"Well, I do have awards for those too but c'mon. I took wrestling classes, dad paid for them and he said I was impressive."
"So you might be the next Rey Mysterio."
"He's pretty hard to top." I laugh and Colby laughs too.
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Michelle McCool:
"What am I going to do, Mark? I blew up my relationship I had with Jayden over something so small." Tears began falling down my face and I sigh.
"Hun, don't worry. It takes time but she'll forgive you."
"I just...i just feel like I messed up really bad. What do I do?"
"Text her, say sorry." I nod.
"Alright, thanks Hun."
"You're welcome." He smiles at me and kisses my forehead.
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Emma:
"We need to have a chat." Jayden looks at me, clearly confused.
"About?"
"The scars and cuts on your arms and thighs." Jayden looks at me shocked and pulls at the sleeves of her costume.
"It's noth---"
"Don't tell me it's nothing, J. It clearly is." She looks down but I take a step towards and raise her chin to look at me, she keeps her eyes closed, "hey, c'mon. Look at me, J." She opens her eyes and soon her grey eyes were looking into my blue ones. "What's up?"
"It's...its....i don't think I'm good enough. I never did and I never will. I have depression and anxiety and panic attacks and ADHD and OCD and sometimes life gets to me and I get messed up and I freak out or I go absolutely numb. I can't cry. It's emotionally and physically impossible for me to cry right now. I want to so badly, I want to feel something and even it's pain, then so be it."
"Is that why you chose wrestling? So you could feel something?"
"Yes, I needed to feel something. I feel nothing twenty four seven. Nothing at all but when I step in that ring and wrestle against Divas or Superstars, I feel something. I feel alive and happy and sometimes pain. Today I actually laughed, a real laugh, with Colby. He told me that I could be the next Rey Mysterio. And we laughed." I stay silent before Jayden takes a step back and goes back to doing up her boots.
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