*Thank you for the review Anik! Nice shorter version eh?**
"Ah Mr. Copeland, you're up." A man all in white says and walks around my bed. I stare at him. "Care to tell me what you remember about two nights ago?" He asks. I look around. I'm lying down on an unfamiliar bed in a white room. I'm most definably in a hospital.
"What about two nights ago?" I ask.
"Oh no, you don't remember?" He asks. I shake my head. It's then I notice the sharp pain in my throat, and that it hurts to talk.
"Would you like to know?" He asks. I nod even though I'm not too sure.
"Just to let you know the last day of your trail was postponed due to these reasons." He says and sits down. I wonder what trail he's talking about but I don't say anything. I suddenly get the feeling of dejia vue. "The last person to talk to you was your lawyer, Mr. O'Neill. That was the last anyone heard from you. Since the last day of your trail was the next say, and you didn't show up, everyone figured you were guilty and didn't show up because of that. You're lawyer and Mr. Reso went to your house to check on you. They found the door was unlocked, but there were no signs of forced entry. They found you lying on the floor with a shallow slice on your neck. It's obvious the person didn't want to hurt you, or kill you, or they would have cut you a lot deeper." He explains. I sit there.
"What? Who was it?"
"The police have been at your house nonstop. They're waiting for the results to come back."
"Oh."
"Well I'll let this all sink in. I'll be back to check on you later." He says and walks out.
Someone tried to kill me? It was definably Eden Santos, the damn bitch who's suing me. Or for some reason I think of Jay. Why would Jay do this to me? No clue. Maybe for payback to what I did to him. Or maybe because it's all a damn conspiracy against me!
Well whoever did it will get payback. Payback is a bitch, especially when Adam Copeland does it.
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I'm bored out of my fucking mind. I've been lying here, argh God knows how long. I've been on this damn bed that feels like cardboard and watching mind draining talk shows.
My mind floats to Alanah. I wonder where she is. At her moms? A friends? A hotel? Oh I hope not a hotel. I mean I may not have the same feelings I had for Alanah as I used to, but she's still my wife and Stephanie is my baby, my first born, daddy's little girl. I'd live out on the streets in a box and let them have our house before they stayed in a hotel.
I think when I make it out of here I'm going to divorce Alanah. If I go to jail or not, I'll divorce her. I've put her through too much. She's stuck with me longer than anyone else would have and I give her credit for that. Just because my love isn't as strong for her as it used to be doesn't mean I don't care for her. I do care for her. She's my first wife, carried my daughter for nine months while battling anorexia, was in labor for countless hours, always takes care of her, puts up with me while I'm traveling and puts up with me while I'm home. For that and so many more things, I care for her. In a word, Alanah is perfect. I'm fucked up. Those are not a good match.
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"How are you feeling Adam?" Dave O'Neill asks as he walks in "my" room the next day.
"Oh I'm just fucking great! Can't you tell?" I answer sarcastically. Dave plops down on a chair next to my bed.
"I was trying to be nice Adam. In case you don't know I'm the number one suspect for what happened to you. If you remember anything I want you to tell me or tell someone. I can not fight your battle, which we're losing and my battle at the same time. Because I'm going to tell you something right now Adam. If comes to me or you getting saved, I'm saving myself. Survival of the fittest."
"Well did you do this?" I ask.
"Why would I?"
"I don't know but you didn't answer my question."
"No Adam I didn't do this."
"Argh fine!"
"Adam believe me."
"Do you believe I didn't have any relations with Maria and Greg?"
"That's an inappropriate question."
"So you DON'T believe me?"
"I never said that."
"You implied it."
"That's not why I'm here Adam."
"I don't care!"
"I'm going to leave and let you think. If you remember anything, ANYTHING, tell someone." He says and walks out. I lean back to think.
I remember nothing. Suddenly black fills my mind. I don't know if it's because I can't think of anything or if it's a significant color. I can't decide and it aggravates me. I scream. This sucks.
"Ah Mr. Copeland, you're up." A man all in white says and walks around my bed. I stare at him. "Care to tell me what you remember about two nights ago?" He asks. I look around. I'm lying down on an unfamiliar bed in a white room. I'm most definably in a hospital.
"What about two nights ago?" I ask.
"Oh no, you don't remember?" He asks. I shake my head. It's then I notice the sharp pain in my throat, and that it hurts to talk.
"Would you like to know?" He asks. I nod even though I'm not too sure.
"Just to let you know the last day of your trail was postponed due to these reasons." He says and sits down. I wonder what trail he's talking about but I don't say anything. I suddenly get the feeling of dejia vue. "The last person to talk to you was your lawyer, Mr. O'Neill. That was the last anyone heard from you. Since the last day of your trail was the next say, and you didn't show up, everyone figured you were guilty and didn't show up because of that. You're lawyer and Mr. Reso went to your house to check on you. They found the door was unlocked, but there were no signs of forced entry. They found you lying on the floor with a shallow slice on your neck. It's obvious the person didn't want to hurt you, or kill you, or they would have cut you a lot deeper." He explains. I sit there.
"What? Who was it?"
"The police have been at your house nonstop. They're waiting for the results to come back."
"Oh."
"Well I'll let this all sink in. I'll be back to check on you later." He says and walks out.
Someone tried to kill me? It was definably Eden Santos, the damn bitch who's suing me. Or for some reason I think of Jay. Why would Jay do this to me? No clue. Maybe for payback to what I did to him. Or maybe because it's all a damn conspiracy against me!
Well whoever did it will get payback. Payback is a bitch, especially when Adam Copeland does it.
~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm bored out of my fucking mind. I've been lying here, argh God knows how long. I've been on this damn bed that feels like cardboard and watching mind draining talk shows.
My mind floats to Alanah. I wonder where she is. At her moms? A friends? A hotel? Oh I hope not a hotel. I mean I may not have the same feelings I had for Alanah as I used to, but she's still my wife and Stephanie is my baby, my first born, daddy's little girl. I'd live out on the streets in a box and let them have our house before they stayed in a hotel.
I think when I make it out of here I'm going to divorce Alanah. If I go to jail or not, I'll divorce her. I've put her through too much. She's stuck with me longer than anyone else would have and I give her credit for that. Just because my love isn't as strong for her as it used to be doesn't mean I don't care for her. I do care for her. She's my first wife, carried my daughter for nine months while battling anorexia, was in labor for countless hours, always takes care of her, puts up with me while I'm traveling and puts up with me while I'm home. For that and so many more things, I care for her. In a word, Alanah is perfect. I'm fucked up. Those are not a good match.
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"How are you feeling Adam?" Dave O'Neill asks as he walks in "my" room the next day.
"Oh I'm just fucking great! Can't you tell?" I answer sarcastically. Dave plops down on a chair next to my bed.
"I was trying to be nice Adam. In case you don't know I'm the number one suspect for what happened to you. If you remember anything I want you to tell me or tell someone. I can not fight your battle, which we're losing and my battle at the same time. Because I'm going to tell you something right now Adam. If comes to me or you getting saved, I'm saving myself. Survival of the fittest."
"Well did you do this?" I ask.
"Why would I?"
"I don't know but you didn't answer my question."
"No Adam I didn't do this."
"Argh fine!"
"Adam believe me."
"Do you believe I didn't have any relations with Maria and Greg?"
"That's an inappropriate question."
"So you DON'T believe me?"
"I never said that."
"You implied it."
"That's not why I'm here Adam."
"I don't care!"
"I'm going to leave and let you think. If you remember anything, ANYTHING, tell someone." He says and walks out. I lean back to think.
I remember nothing. Suddenly black fills my mind. I don't know if it's because I can't think of anything or if it's a significant color. I can't decide and it aggravates me. I scream. This sucks.