That DiBiase/Orton that was bugging me for what seems like ever so yeah, it's slowly being completed by these hands—slow hands—and I'm excited. This may be the first DiBiase/Orton story I've seen in this fandom…why? What's wrong with DiBiase/Orton? I think it's hot.

Oh, first time I write a scene. So don't blame me if you don't think it's good. I'm trying.

Alone

Rated: +18 – themes; language; characters with crushed hope

Summary: After Ted DiBiase's developed anorexia nervosa, his whole world falls apart. He's become so weak he can't play in the ring anymore, his wife leaves him—Ted runs to a psychologist who says that he can treat him. But he puts Ted's life in danger with abnormal treatments…can Randy put all the pieces of the puzzle long enough? SLASH Randy/Ted!

Genre: Tragedy/General


I don't know where I am anymore.

December, 24, 2009

This place's so black.

I'm lost, eternally lost, in this forever blackness that I've fallen into. My thoughts are made up of two things, of Randy Orton and Cody Rhodes, my best friends, what are thinking now?

They probably think I'm dead.

Why'd I let this happen to me?

Why'd he let this happen to me?

I stand up, my eyes feel like they're going to roll back in their heads and I can't do anything about it. "Ted, this guy can kill you." Randy's voice's been cut off, blurred, disconnected and I've lost connection with reality, still trying to remember his vague, blurry, unclear voice but it's so far away.

He's so far away from me.

I've got nothing but this pencil and notebook in my hands and with every word I write, my heart cuts open and bleeds even more. I'm lost in myself. I don't know how to get out of here.

I keep holding onto the last images that my brain has—Randy as he holds onto my hands and looks at me, with concerned blue eyes and a slightly parted mouth and Cody's behind me, holding onto me so I won't slip away…I'm so very sorry, Randy…I've slipped into this blackness at the core of my brain.

I don't know where I am.

I think I'm in my mind. There's nothing here but stretched blackness and it's all I engulf in.

Why am I here?

Do I deserve this?

Please, Randy, Cody, please, get me out of here. I'm scared. I haven't been this scared before. It's all I can see. The blackness. All I feel is guilt stabbing in my shallow heart. All I hear is Randy's final words as I slipped into unconsciousness. "Teddy…Teddy…hold on, Ted…" I can't hold on.

I'm so hollow inside that I can't hold on.

I'm Ted DiBiase Jr. And this is my story.

I'm lost.


I suck at introductions.

I'm going to explain this all as I explain Teddy's story. My Ted's muse has been bothering me like hell…I had a few ideas up my sleeve—I'll post another one later on.

;) Sam