if the wwe universe was introverted with romance

the past catches up

i jump out of my night terror and begin to shake. why am i like this? always letting the past get to me. this isn't fair. why was my life like this? why did my mom and dad abandon me? why am i so weak? why does life consist of pain? pain.......

i open my bedroom drawer and take the piece of glass out. i gently begin to scrape the outside area of my arm as i feel a wave of pain. pain, sometimes you need it to be happy. everyone hates me. a.j s words were on repeat in my head

"you are weak you are nothing!"

i throw the piece of glass across the room and look in horror at my cuts. they weren't deep like the last time. if i hadn't stopped myself, would i have gone deeper? i quickly wrap my arm with my adhesive bandage and lay back down to sleep. i hate life.....

It's been two days since i last saw dom. since Monday night. he has been calling my phone and messaging me like crazy. but i dont care. im hungry and tired of life.....

i just hate it. i hate everything. everyone. 

the door bell rings and i cover my face with my blanket. I won't answer it. the door bell rings again and i sigh as i head to the door.

i open the door and freeze. it was dom and he had a bag of mcdonalds.

"go away..."