Kane's P.O.V.
This last week has been a train wreck sort of speak. In my mind anyway. No, really. In my mind. I don't know what's going on inside my head anymore. I don't know where all this rage and all these emotions are coming from but their driving me insane. Of course I don't let Mark see this. If he found out I was beginning to become an utter nut job, he wouldn't stop bugging me about it until I was better. I walked into the arena, duffel bag on my shoulder. As I walked down the main hallway and began to turn down another corridor, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my skull. I groaned and grabbed my head, slamming against the wall, panting. I almost screamed as a very high pitch ringing came to my ears. I grabbed my ears and fell to the ground, now feeling liquid run down my chin, knowing it was blood. I crumbled to the floor, whimpering. Yes, whimpering. The next thing I knew, I woke to being in my dresser room. I groaned and sat up, holding my head.
"You okay, big man? You really scared me for a minute." Mark asked looking at me over his shoulder, rummaging in his duffel bag. I blinked confused. What the hell just happened?
"What do you mean?" He turned to me and put his hands on his hips.
"You don't remember? You went ape shit on the staff members in the hallway." I was about to question him but felt suddenly ill. I grabbed my head, trying to keep the room from spinning out of control. Mark walked over, putting a hand on my shoulder. My shoulder suddenly became hot and it felt like I was burning alive. I could do nothing else but knock Mark back, cowering in the corner in fear. I blinked rapidly as the images before me began to distort, turning into hideous creatures. I covered my head panting, cowering, whimpering. I'll admit it, I was scared. Yes, I know. Shocking, eh? The Big Red Machine, The Devil's Favorite Demon, scared? No. Not in a million years. But I was. I couldn't control what was going on in my mind and I couldn't do anything to stop it from happening and it was eating me from the inside out. I was brought back to reality as I felt arms wrap around me and my head against someone's chest. I opened my eyes and heard my brother whispering in my ear.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here now. You don't need to be scared anymore." I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I buried my head in his chest. I wouldn't let anyone else besides Mark see me as this broken shell of a monster. I lost track of time after I felt Mark kiss my forehead, still whispering comforting words to me.
I suddenly became aware of everything as I looked around and was thrown into a world of turmoil at the scene around me. I was in someone else's locker room, blood everywhere. My body began to tremble as I looked down and saw four bodies around me, motionless. I looked at my hands and saw they were stained in red. I rushed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I had blood sprayed all over my face, running down my chest. I screamed as the high pitched noise returned, blocking out all other communication. I fell against the wall and slid down it, clutching my head in a vise grip. I opened my dry, blood stained lips and whispered something before I succumbed to the darkness.
"I wish you were here…"