A whisper, a name, escaped his thinning lips. Jade eyes sparkled with
worry, the worry of seeing him lying so still, ne'er unmoving.
It had been such a shock, to find him slumped over outside his door like he was. He had not came round when he shook him, or spoke to him, instead of waiting he took the key and opened the door, though he struggled, he managed to get the bigger man into the room, and onto the old style bed. Kane had watched his movements, dizzy with the quickness of Rob's motions, rushing from place to place trying to find something that would help his friend. "Stop moving so fast, I'm gonna be sick" Rob tuned from filling a glass with water, Kane was right, He'd just been sick. After throwing up Kane seemed to be picking up. He wasn't as dizzy, and his hot and cold flushes were calming down. So Rob decided to get some answers. "What happened? How did you end up like this dude?" A roll of thunder emitted from the blackening sky, turning Kane's attention. The crack of the lightening rang through their ears and lit the room for a brief second. "I waited for you....you never came. Triple H...had a few drinks"
Rob looked stunned; he'd gone to the bar? "How many is a few?"
"Dunno. I remember suddenly feeling really depressed, like I used to. All my horrid memories...my past came flooding back to me. Hunter comforted me. Kissed me....my bro came they argued I left"
The scenario was falling into place in Rob's mind. "I'm gonna kill Triple H, and that damn Ric Flair!"
"Loneliness....the fear....hate...dread...my past. I tried to forget! The people who had left me, abandoned me..forgot me. I tried to move on but it keeps happening, over and over. I thought you were different"
"I am!"
"No Rob, you're just like everyone else." He shut his eyes as they had started to cry, something he hadn't done since being a small child.
He had fallen asleep shortly after these words, leaving Rob to sit in them, like sitting in a hollow tree. His skin seemed to shimmer as it contrasted with the silk ivory sheets. Watching the rise and fall of his chest it was a definite reminder of the plane ride previously. A kiss, soft and gentle as a rose petal falling onto skin, and then he opened the long, thin white curtains and pushed open the double balcony doors. The strong wind howled against his warm red cheeks from the tears. He folded his arms to block out some cold, as he leaned against the railing, watching the thunderstorm over in the distance. The feelings Kane had mentioned, were far from what Rob felt, for Kane. Tenderness....compassion...adore... affection...love
* Grasping the bottle in his large hand he carefully read the label. OXYCONTIN. Emerald eyes grew wide with fear and anger. He looked at the man picking himself up from the floor. "You....better not of used these on Kane" The world champion cupped his own chin and searched for blood. Reached up to his own bottom lip, pulled away and inspected his hand. The burst lip had bled profusely and was already enlarging, "What if I have-.."
"WHAT IF YOU HAVE!? THIS STUFF CAN KILL IF YOU'RE NOT IN NEED OF IT! DID YOU PUT SOME INTO KANE'S DRINK!"
The Game did not answer.
* A chill encircled his body, his eyes opened as the dead of the night fell around him. Stumbling off the bed he stood still, trying to focus. He tripped and fell onto his bag. Something fell out. Picking it up he looked confused, this wasn't his. A gold medallion that opened.
A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future and accepts you today the way you are.
He turned it over; a small sticker was placed on the back. To Kane from Rob.
He hurled himself up, a silhouette of a figure stood on the balcony. The moon shinning around him, the silence was broken. The silhouette was crying.
It had been such a shock, to find him slumped over outside his door like he was. He had not came round when he shook him, or spoke to him, instead of waiting he took the key and opened the door, though he struggled, he managed to get the bigger man into the room, and onto the old style bed. Kane had watched his movements, dizzy with the quickness of Rob's motions, rushing from place to place trying to find something that would help his friend. "Stop moving so fast, I'm gonna be sick" Rob tuned from filling a glass with water, Kane was right, He'd just been sick. After throwing up Kane seemed to be picking up. He wasn't as dizzy, and his hot and cold flushes were calming down. So Rob decided to get some answers. "What happened? How did you end up like this dude?" A roll of thunder emitted from the blackening sky, turning Kane's attention. The crack of the lightening rang through their ears and lit the room for a brief second. "I waited for you....you never came. Triple H...had a few drinks"
Rob looked stunned; he'd gone to the bar? "How many is a few?"
"Dunno. I remember suddenly feeling really depressed, like I used to. All my horrid memories...my past came flooding back to me. Hunter comforted me. Kissed me....my bro came they argued I left"
The scenario was falling into place in Rob's mind. "I'm gonna kill Triple H, and that damn Ric Flair!"
"Loneliness....the fear....hate...dread...my past. I tried to forget! The people who had left me, abandoned me..forgot me. I tried to move on but it keeps happening, over and over. I thought you were different"
"I am!"
"No Rob, you're just like everyone else." He shut his eyes as they had started to cry, something he hadn't done since being a small child.
He had fallen asleep shortly after these words, leaving Rob to sit in them, like sitting in a hollow tree. His skin seemed to shimmer as it contrasted with the silk ivory sheets. Watching the rise and fall of his chest it was a definite reminder of the plane ride previously. A kiss, soft and gentle as a rose petal falling onto skin, and then he opened the long, thin white curtains and pushed open the double balcony doors. The strong wind howled against his warm red cheeks from the tears. He folded his arms to block out some cold, as he leaned against the railing, watching the thunderstorm over in the distance. The feelings Kane had mentioned, were far from what Rob felt, for Kane. Tenderness....compassion...adore... affection...love
* Grasping the bottle in his large hand he carefully read the label. OXYCONTIN. Emerald eyes grew wide with fear and anger. He looked at the man picking himself up from the floor. "You....better not of used these on Kane" The world champion cupped his own chin and searched for blood. Reached up to his own bottom lip, pulled away and inspected his hand. The burst lip had bled profusely and was already enlarging, "What if I have-.."
"WHAT IF YOU HAVE!? THIS STUFF CAN KILL IF YOU'RE NOT IN NEED OF IT! DID YOU PUT SOME INTO KANE'S DRINK!"
The Game did not answer.
* A chill encircled his body, his eyes opened as the dead of the night fell around him. Stumbling off the bed he stood still, trying to focus. He tripped and fell onto his bag. Something fell out. Picking it up he looked confused, this wasn't his. A gold medallion that opened.
A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future and accepts you today the way you are.
He turned it over; a small sticker was placed on the back. To Kane from Rob.
He hurled himself up, a silhouette of a figure stood on the balcony. The moon shinning around him, the silence was broken. The silhouette was crying.