The Last Dance
by Angel
Where do I begin?
I guess I should go back 5 years ago. It started the night Chris and I talked
to Amy. The last thing she said was that she would tell Paul again if she had
to do it over. That started a huge fight. Chris and I left and that next day
we flew down to Florida to his house. With in a few months we both quit the
WWE. I never spoke to my father again. Every so often I spoke to my mother or
brother, but nothing was ever the same. Chris never spoke to Amy again till
last year. Paul had virtually disappeared, the police and FBI search for the
first few years. Chris and I got local jobs at a newspaper in town. Yea, that
too, we moved to a small town miles away from Tampa. We didn’t want to be
found. We thought everything was over. Within a few months after settling down
we were married. It was a quiet ceremony, just the two of us.
One night 5 months ago, Chris and I went out for our 4-year anniversary. We
were coming out of the restaurant and there standing by the car was Amy. She
said she had been thinking this whole time and regretted everything that had
happened. She had not heard from Paul in all the 5 years. Amy said she went to
the FBI and told them everything. They reopened the case to search for Paul.
Only a few months had passed by and Amy had moved into our house for a short
time. One night, I was woken up by a loud crash downstairs. I woke Chris up
and we went to see what it was. Standing in our living room was Paul. Amy came
downstairs to see what the noise was. Paul pointed the gun at Chris and I; he
was ready to say something but heard sirens and just ran. Still the police
lost him. Another 2 months past, Amy and I went shopping one Saturday. We
arrived home and I found a note from Chris, he had left to see a friend, is
all it said. That was the last day I would see Chris.
At midnight a week later, I received a call from the hospital, the police
found Chris’s body and he was barely alive. Amt and I rushed to the
hospital; Chris was in a coma and on life support. The doctors were skeptical;
they gave him a 20% chance of making it. 5 days later, Chris’s heart
stopped, the doctors did everything they could.
Amy and I made the arrangements and called everyone. The day of the funeral,
Amt was late. I called home but no answer. I drove to the house fearing Paul
had killed her two. I walked into the house to see Paul dead in the living
room. He was shot twice in the chest and once in the head. I screamed for Amy
but got no answer. I ran up stairs to her room. She was lying on her bed; in
her hand was a picture of Chris and her. The other hand a smoking gun. A note
was lying beside her:
Stephanie,
I’m so sorry for everything. I never meant for ant of this to happen. The
day Chris died I made the decsion to kill Paul myself. The pain and guilt I
felt over my brother death was too much. I blame myself completely. Before
Paul died he said he followed me here. He told me everything he did to Chris.
Tell my family and friends I’m sorry and I love them. Steph, Chris loved you
more then anything. I knew that, I don’t know why I did everything I did,
but I knew I was the only one to fix it. I really loved you like a sister
these past few months. I hope one day you can forgive me. I have to go now.
I’ll be with Chris and we will watch over you and the family. No one can
hurt you now.
Love,
Amy
Amy shot herself…
A week later I found out I was pregnant. Now I am raising my son alone. I
moved back home to be with my mother and brother. My father and I are still
trying to work everything out. I named my son after his father and Aunt
Amy’s middle name; his name is Christopher Lee Irvine. I know Chris is here
watching over our son and me. Some days I can feel him near. Someone asked me
the other day, would I do everything again the same way or would I have never
slept with Chris that night after the Fozzy concert. I look at them and say,
yes, I would do everything the same way. If I never did any of that I would
have missed out on real love and I wouldn’t have my beautiful son.
The Dance
Looking back on the
memory of
The dance we shared
'neath the stars alone
For a moment all the
world was right
How could I have
known that you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I
didn't know
The way it all would
end the way it all would go
Our lives are better
left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to
miss the dance
Holding you I held
everything
For a moment wasn't I
a king
But if I'd only known
how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you
know I might have chanced it all
And now I'm glad I
didn't know
The way it all would
end the way it all would go
Our lives are better
left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to
miss the dance
Yes my life is better
left to chance
I could have missed
the pain but I'd of had to miss the dance
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