I fall to my knees, the blood pours out of my mouth. The same guy I
seen in my dream stands over me and kicks me in the face. My cheek puffs
out. I can't breathe for a second. He grabs me by my long blonde hair and
pulls me up.
Then all of a sudden I'm running on a small rocky ledge high up in a mountain of some sort. Well that's what it looks like at least. I don't know why I'm running, all I know is I can't stop. The blood is gone from my mouth and I'm not aching anymore. Suddenly I stop running and I fall to the rocky ground on all fours. I begin coughing. Coughing so violently it hurts and my whole body shakes. A green puddle comes out of my mouth. Once I lean on my knees to examine it, it begins moving. It takes shape of some sort of monster. As it grows bigger and bigger all I can do is lean back on my heels and watch. The bigger it gets, the darker it gets. Finally it's huge, so big it's hanging off the side of the cliff, and it's black. Pitch black as night. I want to run away. I'm so scared. But I can't move. I just sit there starting at it.
"Dark side." It yells in a voice deeper than Vince McMahon's and reaches its arms out to grab me. Finally I find my voice and scream. I see Jay running up behind it. The thing sees him, turns around and smacks him off the cliff. I hear Jay's horrifying scream then a splatter on the ground.
"Adam! I mean it!" I hear Jay's voice and begin shaking violently, almost as violently as my cough.
"What?" I ask groggily and open my eyes. Jay's leaning over me, holding my shoulders, screaming my name over and over while shaking me.
"Willy I'm up!" I yell knowing full well that'll snap Jay out of whatever he's in.
"Adam! Jesus Christ are you alright?" Jay asks and sits down on my bed. I nod. It's just then I realize I'm soaking wet, and kind of cold. Night sweats.
"I'm fine Jay." I answer shakily. I run my shaky fingers through my damp hair.
"What were you dreaming of?"
"Oh Jay, I'm not sure." I answer and shake my head. It's true, I'm not sure.
"It'll be ok Adam."
"Was I screaming?" I ask. Jay nods. "Loud?" I ask. Jay nods even more.
"Really loud. If you didn't wake up I was going to shove a pillow on your face." Jay answers so seriously I start laughing.
"Nice. So you're faggot ass didn't get yelled at, you were going to suffocate me?"
"Well now that you put it like that," Jay said then paused like he was thinking about it. "Yes. That's exactly right." He finished and nodded. I leaned up and smacked him in the face with my pillow.
"Fuck you Willy."
"MY NAME IS JAY!"
"Actually it's William. We call you Jay because you're middle name is Jason." I say and nod. Jay narrows his eyes at me.
"Adam, grr, Copeland!" Jay spits out pitifully because he can't think of anything to say. I laugh so hard and so long tears come out of the corners of my eyes and my sides begin to hurt.
"Screw you. I'm going back to sleep. You're psychopathic ass better not freak out anymore." Jay says and goes back over to his bed.
"I love you Jay. Nighty night." I say sweetly to aggravate him. He gives me a thin smile.
"I love you too Adam." He says then rolls his back towards me. I smile and hide under the covers.
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I pace around the dressing room. In about ten minutes I have to do a backstage interview. Once again I'm nervous. I jump a mile as I see a dark shadow move across the corner of the room. I laugh at my stupidity. Sometimes I get so nervous I freak myself out with things that aren't there. I hear someone knock on my dressing room door. Thinking its Michael Cole ready to interview me I open the door. Boy was I ever wrong.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(This is from Michael Cole's point of view. Sorry to keep switching but to get this the way I want I have to do it like this.)
I knock on Adam's door again. I sigh. I already delayed his interview three segments. If I do it one more time Vince McMahon will personally kick my ass and then fire me. Aggravated I push open Adam's door. I really wish I didn't.
Adam's lying on the floor. He's surrounded by a pool of his own blood. His natural blonde hair is streaked red. Unfortunally I know that's not dye that streaked his hair. I turn and run out of his room, heading straight to the EMT's.
~~~~~~~~~~
(Back to Adam's point of view)
There's a beautiful light. It's so shiny, so bright, so nice. I want to go towards it. I HAVE to go towards it. I start to go towards it when all the beautiful white turns into ugly, awful black. I try to turn and run the other way. But that doesn't work. I suddenly drop. Down, down, down I fall into the pitch black. Right before I hit the bottom, or what I think has to be the bottom, I feel someone grab my arm and my eyes snap open.
"OW!" I yell. Damn the light. Damn it to hell. It hurts so bad. Instantly I know I have a concussion. I've plenty of them to recognize them.
"Shh Adam. It's ok." Alanah says soothingly and strokes the side of my face. I turn my head and look at her, even though it's killing me to do so.
"What happened?" I ask. Somehow I feel like this has all happened before. But I know it didn't. It couldn't have. I must be thinking of a previous injury I've had. Obviously I landed wrong in a match I had.
"You don't know?" Alanah asks. I shake my head. "Well, Adam, you were- " Before she can finish I cut her off.
"Did someone shoot themselves?" I ask. She turns pale white her eyes go from sadness, to shock, to fear, to something I can't read.
"Nnno." She stutters. "Michael Cole went to interview you and when he found you, you were on the floor bleeding."
"Do you know who did it?"
"No."
"Does anyone know?"
"Not to my knowledge."
"Oh." I say lowly. She's hiding something. I know it. I just fucking know it. And she looks too skinny. I'll get to the bottom of this. I know I will.
Then all of a sudden I'm running on a small rocky ledge high up in a mountain of some sort. Well that's what it looks like at least. I don't know why I'm running, all I know is I can't stop. The blood is gone from my mouth and I'm not aching anymore. Suddenly I stop running and I fall to the rocky ground on all fours. I begin coughing. Coughing so violently it hurts and my whole body shakes. A green puddle comes out of my mouth. Once I lean on my knees to examine it, it begins moving. It takes shape of some sort of monster. As it grows bigger and bigger all I can do is lean back on my heels and watch. The bigger it gets, the darker it gets. Finally it's huge, so big it's hanging off the side of the cliff, and it's black. Pitch black as night. I want to run away. I'm so scared. But I can't move. I just sit there starting at it.
"Dark side." It yells in a voice deeper than Vince McMahon's and reaches its arms out to grab me. Finally I find my voice and scream. I see Jay running up behind it. The thing sees him, turns around and smacks him off the cliff. I hear Jay's horrifying scream then a splatter on the ground.
"Adam! I mean it!" I hear Jay's voice and begin shaking violently, almost as violently as my cough.
"What?" I ask groggily and open my eyes. Jay's leaning over me, holding my shoulders, screaming my name over and over while shaking me.
"Willy I'm up!" I yell knowing full well that'll snap Jay out of whatever he's in.
"Adam! Jesus Christ are you alright?" Jay asks and sits down on my bed. I nod. It's just then I realize I'm soaking wet, and kind of cold. Night sweats.
"I'm fine Jay." I answer shakily. I run my shaky fingers through my damp hair.
"What were you dreaming of?"
"Oh Jay, I'm not sure." I answer and shake my head. It's true, I'm not sure.
"It'll be ok Adam."
"Was I screaming?" I ask. Jay nods. "Loud?" I ask. Jay nods even more.
"Really loud. If you didn't wake up I was going to shove a pillow on your face." Jay answers so seriously I start laughing.
"Nice. So you're faggot ass didn't get yelled at, you were going to suffocate me?"
"Well now that you put it like that," Jay said then paused like he was thinking about it. "Yes. That's exactly right." He finished and nodded. I leaned up and smacked him in the face with my pillow.
"Fuck you Willy."
"MY NAME IS JAY!"
"Actually it's William. We call you Jay because you're middle name is Jason." I say and nod. Jay narrows his eyes at me.
"Adam, grr, Copeland!" Jay spits out pitifully because he can't think of anything to say. I laugh so hard and so long tears come out of the corners of my eyes and my sides begin to hurt.
"Screw you. I'm going back to sleep. You're psychopathic ass better not freak out anymore." Jay says and goes back over to his bed.
"I love you Jay. Nighty night." I say sweetly to aggravate him. He gives me a thin smile.
"I love you too Adam." He says then rolls his back towards me. I smile and hide under the covers.
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I pace around the dressing room. In about ten minutes I have to do a backstage interview. Once again I'm nervous. I jump a mile as I see a dark shadow move across the corner of the room. I laugh at my stupidity. Sometimes I get so nervous I freak myself out with things that aren't there. I hear someone knock on my dressing room door. Thinking its Michael Cole ready to interview me I open the door. Boy was I ever wrong.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(This is from Michael Cole's point of view. Sorry to keep switching but to get this the way I want I have to do it like this.)
I knock on Adam's door again. I sigh. I already delayed his interview three segments. If I do it one more time Vince McMahon will personally kick my ass and then fire me. Aggravated I push open Adam's door. I really wish I didn't.
Adam's lying on the floor. He's surrounded by a pool of his own blood. His natural blonde hair is streaked red. Unfortunally I know that's not dye that streaked his hair. I turn and run out of his room, heading straight to the EMT's.
~~~~~~~~~~
(Back to Adam's point of view)
There's a beautiful light. It's so shiny, so bright, so nice. I want to go towards it. I HAVE to go towards it. I start to go towards it when all the beautiful white turns into ugly, awful black. I try to turn and run the other way. But that doesn't work. I suddenly drop. Down, down, down I fall into the pitch black. Right before I hit the bottom, or what I think has to be the bottom, I feel someone grab my arm and my eyes snap open.
"OW!" I yell. Damn the light. Damn it to hell. It hurts so bad. Instantly I know I have a concussion. I've plenty of them to recognize them.
"Shh Adam. It's ok." Alanah says soothingly and strokes the side of my face. I turn my head and look at her, even though it's killing me to do so.
"What happened?" I ask. Somehow I feel like this has all happened before. But I know it didn't. It couldn't have. I must be thinking of a previous injury I've had. Obviously I landed wrong in a match I had.
"You don't know?" Alanah asks. I shake my head. "Well, Adam, you were- " Before she can finish I cut her off.
"Did someone shoot themselves?" I ask. She turns pale white her eyes go from sadness, to shock, to fear, to something I can't read.
"Nnno." She stutters. "Michael Cole went to interview you and when he found you, you were on the floor bleeding."
"Do you know who did it?"
"No."
"Does anyone know?"
"Not to my knowledge."
"Oh." I say lowly. She's hiding something. I know it. I just fucking know it. And she looks too skinny. I'll get to the bottom of this. I know I will.