The sun had set hours ago, but he wasn't sure just how long. He didn't care, though. A faint light was emitting from the small lamp on the nightstand, and it was the only light in the room. Out in the hall, there was a bright light but, since the door was closed, only a few faint rays could go inside the room through the cracks of the door. The small squeaking from the rocking chair was the only sound that could be heard around the room. His low and even breathing was barely audible for it to be considered a sound. Closing his eyes, he remembered the day that he had been brought into this place. The day his life ended and came crashing down at his feet…

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears


He had always been afraid of being alone. Of not having anyone to share his life with, or being utterly alone with no one else to share what he felt and what he dreamed. He had always been afraid of not having anyone in his life. But, just like with the harsh fact of life, it had to happen sooner or later.

It had been far too soon for him…

And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave


Turning to the calendar that was in the room, he realized what month it was. December… Then just two months had passed. It felt like it was so much longer than just two months. It felt like years, not months.

'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone


Two months… Two months ago, he had thought that his life was perfect. He had a perfectly healthy son who was going to turn five. His marriage with his wife was perfect.

Everything had been perfect…

That same October, he had taken vacation time to be with them. He didn't want to know about Hollywood or about what new feuds were going on in the WWE. All he wanted to do was spend time with his family and, when Vince had given him two weeks, he had been ecstatic. They had all been. Life was perfect.

But perfection has a very high price, and sometimes not even the highest bid for it is high enough…

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase


Skiing had always been fun for Alex, his little boy. Even if he didn't know how to ski, he had always loved the snow and how to make snow angels, especially when a snowball war would start afterwards. They had gone to the mountains and had rented a cabin there. Those two weeks had been so much fun, that Alex had nicknamed it "the best vacation ever!" And it had been. Not even vacations from when he was little could compare to that. Alex had loved the fact that he had been able to play in the snow, mainly because Florida doesn't get all that much snow; especially Miami.

But vacation was over.

On the day they had to leave, a storm had started to come in. It hadn't been a big thing overnight and he really needed to go back to work. It was time for The Rock to come back from his hiatus and whip someone's ass for the title. Dani had insisted that they should stay the day, to wait for the roads to become less slippery, but he had insisted that they would be fine. That the roads wouldn't be so bad, and that the snow was going to stop as they drove to the airport. For a few hours, it had been just like he had predicted, but they were going so slow that they were late for their flight back home and for his flight to Atlanta for the pay per view that he had to be at the next day.

He and Dani talked about everything that they hadn't been able to talk about. They joked and they laughed, holding hands and her massaging his arm through his thick sweater. Alex had been sleeping on the backseat, too tired from chasing Daddy earlier to be awake by now. Besides, it had been late; way past his bed time.

Everything happened in a second.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears


He had always thought that he could protect his life from everything and from anything. That nothing could happen to them if he could be with them.

He couldn't have been more wrong…

I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me


It was hard to remember what had exactly happened. All he remembered was that the road had gotten slippery. The car had gotten out of control and Dani had started to get worried. He tried to regain control of the car, but he hadn't been able to. Everything else? That was all a blur. The helicopter ride to the hospital, the emergency room… None of that was in his mind, he had just been told everything. The car had slid down the road before the car flipped itself over, which sent them sliding some more. All that was also erased from his memory; it was as if it never happened and it had all been a nightmare.

He wished it had all been a nightmare…

You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind


Even the hospital was a blur, especially after he was awake. Nothing made sense. The doctors told him that he had been the only one that had survived. The details that he had said, he couldn't even remember them… He just knew that he was left alone. That now there was no one that could ever fill the void that he felt inside of him. Him? He was barely injured. Sprained wrist, broken ribs, a concussion and lacerations all over his body and bruising, but that had been it. He wasn't left with anything else. Just scars.

Scars that he would never be able to get rid of.

Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams


For about three weeks, he had to stay in the hospital mainly because he had stopped caring. He didn't care about what happened to him or where he was anymore. 'Home' was something he didn't want to be at. Just thinking about it would make him cringe, and he wanted to be anywhere but there. Actually, he didn't want to be anywhere. There were even times in which he wished that he hadn't been the one left alive. That life hadn't played such a nasty card on him. That he was living a nightmare and that, maybe soon, he would wake up and that everything would be normal again.

That, perhaps, things would be perfect again.

Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me


Chronic depression, the doctors said. His apathy for life was worrying everyone who visited him and the fact that he didn't even want to be alive was of concern to many. He was never left alone in fear that he would try something against himself. That perhaps, he would do the merciful thing and that he would stop living. But he never did. It felt like he didn't have enough courage to pull it off.

One night, he had gone to a bar, along with a few other people from work. It had just been a month since it had happened… Things had gone lousy for him, and he had just ruined everyone's night and made them lose their time. He had appreciated the efforts that they had made, but they had failed. Traveling around with the company had been a bad idea. Every time he expected the phone to ring, to hear Dani's voice. Or Alex's… But that didn't happen.

That would never happen anymore.

He had decided to leave before everyone else. After all, the hotel was in walking distance of the bar, he could just walk there. And he had promised the guys that he would. Kurt had tried to go with him, but he had insisted that he stayed, saying that he really needed to be alone. That he needed to be out in the open for a few hours to just…relax a bit. But he didn't relax. In fact, the very opposite happened. Three thugs came out from an alley and, ignoring the fact that he was a wrestler and that he was just their size, they started to surround him. He did all he could to defend himself. That fight, though, was the perfect excuse for him to let go of all of the frustration and stress that he had in him. All the stupidity he felt for driving in the middle of a storm. For all the guilt that he felt for being the cause of his family's death. It was his entire fault… With those thoughts, he had grown angrier at himself and, when he was struggling to take the gun that one of the men had wanted to use, the gun shot itself. He didn't care about what he did, though. All it felt like was that he was able to inflict some of the pain he felt inside onto others.

The judges, though, didn't see it that way.

He was taken to court a few days later for that. His lawyer had done what she could to keep him out of jail by saying that he had been defending himself, something he had been doing. But, what the doctors had said before in the hospital, it was pointed out during the trial and he was sent to a mental facility.

"Just while he gets better," they said.

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase


Two months. Two months had passed and he was still in there. He had made a few friends, and a lot more enemies. It felt like everyone was against him. Like nothing could be the same and they were trying to convince him otherwise. Why couldn't they just understand that he couldn't rewind time? That nothing was ever going to change? That his beloved perfection would never, ever, come again?

Until then, though, he was stuck there. He believed that he truly didn't belong there and wanted to be let out, but no one wanted him out. He didn't belong out. Maybe he didn't belong outside, and maybe he would never be able to be the same, but he'd get out.

Of that, he was absolutely sure.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me