All By Myself.

A/N: Wow, it's been a long time for me when it comes to this story. For new readers, I've pretty much summed up the last two stories in this chapter but just for the heck of it feel free to read, "Meeting Lori" and "Raising Kate." For old readers, I hope that you've wanted for this and you are still interested. I've worked very, very hard on trying to figure out how to develop this character as she struggles.

There will be a lot of interaction with the WWE in this story, who or what I am not sure. But please READ AND REVIEW. It is so important! Review saying it great, it sucks, go die. Ha! Any form of feedback will help me improve!

I don't own any Hart but Kate.

Time period: Early March, 2004.

The constant beeping of her heart monitor was beginning to get on her nerves. It was quite remarkable she thought. It calmed her as she went to bed yet pissed her the fuck off when it woke her up. It'd been two weeks, four days and fourteen hours since she had been wheeled into the Calgary Medical Center. She had an IV stuck in her right arm and hadn't spoken one word since her arrival. It was as if her lifeless body rested against the white sheets while at the same time her mind was empty.

"She is in no capacity to do anything right now. Tell them, tell everyone that when she is ready to make a statement, she will."

Her father slammed the phone and yawned deeply. Watching his eldest daughter become a mute was heartbreaking for him. For the first time, he couldn't do anything to make it better. He ironically felt déjà vu of two years ago when he had his stroke - only this time the roles were reserved.

A crack in the doorframe shook up the pair as the nurse rolled in another patient who was connected to an oxygen tank. "I'm sorry to disturb you miss but we have to have him stationed here for a moment before his room is set up."

"Well, this is supposed to be a private," Her father stopped when his daughter made a light hand gesture that it was all right.

The nurse gave an intimidated half smile, "Now, Mr. Grandberry would you like the television on."

"Sure sweet thang." The older man flirted.

And good evening, this is Mark Steines with Entertainment Tonight's top story. Five-time Grammy winner, Kate Hart, continues her stay at Calgary Medical Center. After collapsing after her last performance of her world tour, Hart has remained hospitalized. Mary Hart, who is in Calgary, has more on this story.

Thanks Mark. Now, I am standing across from the medical center where singer-songwriter Kate Hart has been staying for two weeks. As you can see, there are hundreds of paparazzi out front of this building just waiting for the first snap shot of the artist.

Here is a clip from Hart's upcoming concert DVD, Hart to Hart: Live from Calgary, set to be released next month. Minutes after exiting the stage, reportedly Hart collapsed into the arms of her bodyguard and blacked out. She was rushed to the hospital. Now, members of the Hart camp have told ET that she is suffering from mild depression, anxiety and severe exhaustion. Hart even foreshadowed this in this months Seventeen magazine that she tends to overwork, stating:

"I work myself to the point of exhausted. I am more than a perfectionist my dad jokes all the time. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's I don't want to let people know or let myself down but I constantly overdo it in almost everything I do." – K. Hart

Her record label has reported some additional concert dates that were approved before the accident yet we could not get the future of those dates clarified. Even though Hart hasn't released an official statement, we at ET believe that it should be soon that she is released.

"Isn't that a shame, that poor girl can't get a break." Mr. Grandberry said. "All that girl needs is a little home cookin' and a vacation."

"Mr. Grandberry, your room is ready. Sorry if this was a inconvenience Miss Hart." The nurse kindly said rolling the shocked elder man out of the room.

"It's fine and thanks for the advice sir." Kate said weakly.

The nurse came back into the room gripping tightly two items in her hands. "I am so sorry for this and this is probably completely unprofessional but my son and daughter have been bugging me for the both of you twos autograph so if it isn't any trouble."

"Sure, we'd love to." After the two signed the loose-leaf sheet of paper she wished her get well soon and left. Kate turned over in the bed and pretended the sleep.

"So you are willing to talk to complete strangers but not your family. Pussycat, you haven't said anything to me in weeks."

That nickname, pussycat, made her desperately miss her childhood or what was her childhood. With her dad always on the road with then the WWF made it very difficult for her to be a kid forever walking in his father's shadow. Her uncle Owen always used to say, "She's like a 25 year old woman in a 10 year old girls body." Kate was always very mature, driven and a perfectionist. This was the sole reason she had done nothing for two weeks but cry on her white hospital pillow.

"There has been nothing to say," She whispered about a minute or two later.

Bret stood in and began to pace, a trait that has never been broken – his way to stop from being angry. "Do you know how upsetting this whole situation is for not only me but for the entire family? Everyone is worried sick about you."

"Dad I will be fine. I just need a few more days of peace and quiet and then I can go back to work."

"Go back to work?" Bret laughed. "You have to be kidding me. Baby, you fainted, collapsed, and you've been a mute for two weeks. Now I know you heard what that TV said and they have the facts straight. Now I've been talking to your doctor and he and I both agree that you need a break."

"But," She sat up and folding her arms against her chest. "But what does Charlie think of all of this." Kate added referencing to the owner of her record label, Epic.

"Honestly, I haven't spoken to him. I don't think now is the right time. I am very upset with the label right now. I told them that you were working way to hard and they pushed you and pushed you and."

"STOP!" Kate screamed. "No one pushed me to do anything. I wanted to perform. I wanted to do all of those interviews. I want to do a world tour. I thought I could handle it but…..I guess I can't."

Bret's heart broke when he saw her eyes start to be watery. Oh how she looks so much like her mother. He thought. Kate's mother, Lori, was his first love. Sure, they didn't plan to meet at the club she worked at. Sure, they didn't mean to get drunk and her take him home. Sure, he didn't think she would get pregnant. But all of those things made him a better man. Their love grew way pass the birth of their little girl. Yet, the road of their love ended when Lori died during childbirth. Devastated was not quite the word. He handled it by falling into another marriage with his now divorced wife Julie who he has four more children by. Suffering his stroke two years earlier was almost as saddening as what the Hitman was facing now.

"Sweet pea, you can do it. You just need to learn how to pace yourself. You can take over the world, just one day at a time. Now, what we are going to do is, you and I are going to go away for a few months maybe to Hawaii or the Caribbean and rent a beach house. So, you can focus on you and not sure much the career aspect. Plus after, 20 plus years in wrestling I think I'm in need a vacation too." Bret joked.

"Alright dad." Kate agreed.

He then sighed, "And the doctor suggested we do set you up with some form for counseling so you can have someone to talk to."

"Dad.." She groaned.

"No, no, no. This is something that I won't move on. I really think it'll help with how you are feeling emotionally."

She pouted and then pouted harder but nothing changed on his stern face, "Okay. Fine but this beach house better be amazing."

Bret smiled, "It will be plus it will be a good way for us to reconnect. Instead of artist–manager, father-daughter. Now, I have some rules. No recording, you can write but no recording. No interviews or anything of that nature. The label is already talking about doing a Diane Sawyer like hour-long interview. I think you need more time. And absolutely no Kyle!"

"Come on dad." The rest she could understand but her publicist Kyle was a little overboard. Of course, he was forever encouraging her to go, go, go because in this business, if you are not out there in the public eye constantly you are "dead." But he was becoming a very close friend. "Kyle means well."

"Kyle also is a member of one of the most popular agencies in New York therefore he is going to push you out sooner than you need. So, no Kyle."

She pouted only once this time, "Fine."

"And I fired your personal assistant."

"Good! I hated her. But wait, I need one of those."

A voice pierced in the hallway, "Look big guy, it's obvious that they let me through up front so can I please see my cousin."

"Let her in Tony." Bret shouted.

The door slung open and a blonde thin like figure stumbled into the room wearing a plaid dress and pigtails. "What a hassle. Hey Bret. Kate! Or should I say, boss lady." Lindsay Hart said.

Kate faked a smile and slowly turned her head to face her father, "You didn't?"

"You told her right uncle Bret. Listen Kate, this would be great for me! I'll learn, network and plus it's going to be fun working together."

"Linds, you know I love you but you don't have experience in the business." Kate noted.

"But what? Kate, please. Come on? Hey! When we were kids you always told me what to do and bossed me around. Therefore, I have years of experience."

This caused Kate to laugh for the first time in two weeks. She reached out to give her cousin a hung and planned on giving her a chance.

"Now as your personal assistant, my first order of business is…" She placed her purse on the table and pulled out a tumble wear container. "Aunt Alison's famous sugar cookies. I thought that since you aren't going to be performing anytime soon you can eat a little more."

Kate immediately grabbed the container and engulfed her first cookie, "Linds, I think this is the beginning of a very great business partnership."

That night, while her father was fast asleep, Kate decided to see how writing would feel. On her last album, a majority for the songs was about her failed 10-year relationship with Cody Runnels. Her first love and she met one night backstage of a WWF show. She was there with her father and uncles while he was visiting his brother. Young love at it's finest would describe it. They wrote each other back and forth, talked for hours on the phone and visited each other as much as they could. They were in love. And at the age of 18, Kate truly believed that they were headed towards marriage. Unfortunately, that wasn't what Cody was thinking. He wanted to pursue a career in wrestling, following in the footsteps of his father, Dusty Rhodes. But after the infamous Montréal Screw job and the death of her uncle Owen, Kate was strongly against anything involving the wrestling industry. They broke up. She turned her pain into an award winning album, millions of fans and everything she could ever dream of but she still wasn't happy. To make matters worst, Cody decided to emerge in the spotlight by revealing all of their dirty laundry in the press, including his unfaithful actions, in which Kate had no idea about, and the lost of her virginity.

Now staring at that blank sheet of paper, the pain wouldn't spill out on the page like it did before. It was as if she needed new inspiration. What that was became unknown to her. Clicking play on her iPod shuffle, the song was unfamiliar to her at first then she looked at the artist Eric Carmen.

When I was young, I never needed anyone and making love was just for fun – those days are gone. Living alone, I think of all the friends I've known but when I dial the telephones, nobody's home. All by myself, don't wanna be all by myself anymore. All by myself, don't wanna live. All by myself, any more.

"Story of my life." Kate whispered.