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The darkness that had once encircled his life was now crawling back, trapping him inside the only thing he was scared of, he was scared of himself.
The hired white car was parked as far away from the other wrestler's cars as possible. Slamming the door before starting the car up, he span backwards then shot forwards leaving the arena. He hadn't stayed long enough to hear Rob's exploitation; he was fed up of people walking over him. He clicked the cd playing on, turning the volume up from 30 to 80 he didn't want to hear himself think, he let his tears fall freely down his covered face and allowing his bleeding thoughts to be drowned out by Metabolic.
Fail - suppressing every feeling
I'm in so much pain
I have every fuckin' right to hate you
I can't take it!
The hardest part was knowing that I could never be you
Now all I do is sit around and wish I could forget you
Kane still cried; crying was always something Kane had seen as weak which Kane had always hoped he wasn't, but this time, he just couldn't help but cry. He remembered how Rob had made Kane feel at Christmas, at the royal rumble, how he'd stayed with him after he inadvertently choke slammed him at no way out, and how they had clung to each other after winning the tag team titles, then, how they had clung to each other that night. Chris never loved him, but Kane only knew that now, why he took him back, his broken heart would never know.
The rain hammered down hard on the wind screen, blurring his vision even more. The night outside was filled with party goers laughing and drinking, enjoying themselves with friends. While Kane was breaking mentally, his mind unable to adjust to all that was happening. Chris was right though, no one would ever want him, and maybe he should become the monster everyone says he is? Maybe he should show them what it was like to feel the pain he has felt for years? Maybe, he should show Rob what it feels like to be mentally and emotionally dead.
Who are you to me? Who am I to you?
Is this a lesson in nepotistic negligence?
By default, you are my only link to the outside
Psychosomatic suicide
Where were you when I was down?
Can you show me a way...
To face everyday with this face - goodbye
That verse was enough to send him mad; it was making him picture Rob in his mind. He tried to blink back the tears, opening his eyes... bright lights....gripped the steering wheel, jarring it hard to turn....more lights. A crash louder than his music echoed, followed by another. The white car skidded, being pushed by the breaking truck. His body twisted side ways, neck cracking, glass shattering, blood splattering over the dash board. The pain wracked his body, brutally crushing his insides, the blood burst out from his mouth, his eyes closed. The two trucks had finally stopped; they still had the front of the white rental car crushed between them. Kane's body was sprawled over the two front seats. The music still drowning out his thoughts.
When I blur my eyes, they make the whole
World breath - I see you fucking me
And I am absolutely controlling every urge
To mutilate - the one and only answer
So much for memories...
I wanna dress in your insecurities
And be the perfect you - I'm through
I'm out-stretched out for all to loathe
Here we go - the ultimate irony
The music played softly, loud noises would only make it worse for him. Two hours had passed since Kane had just silently left the arena. And those two hours had been hell.
Give me what I could never ask for
Connect me and you could be my chemical no
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be my chemical
He lay still in the dark, not wanting to leave the locker room. The door opened slowly, jumping up hoping to see the seven foot man with the red and black mask stood there, he was instead greeted by Scott Steiner ."You've not had the radio on have you?"
"No why?"
"Well, I've got some bad news...."
The darkness that had once encircled his life was now crawling back, trapping him inside the only thing he was scared of, he was scared of himself.
The hired white car was parked as far away from the other wrestler's cars as possible. Slamming the door before starting the car up, he span backwards then shot forwards leaving the arena. He hadn't stayed long enough to hear Rob's exploitation; he was fed up of people walking over him. He clicked the cd playing on, turning the volume up from 30 to 80 he didn't want to hear himself think, he let his tears fall freely down his covered face and allowing his bleeding thoughts to be drowned out by Metabolic.
Fail - suppressing every feeling
I'm in so much pain
I have every fuckin' right to hate you
I can't take it!
The hardest part was knowing that I could never be you
Now all I do is sit around and wish I could forget you
Kane still cried; crying was always something Kane had seen as weak which Kane had always hoped he wasn't, but this time, he just couldn't help but cry. He remembered how Rob had made Kane feel at Christmas, at the royal rumble, how he'd stayed with him after he inadvertently choke slammed him at no way out, and how they had clung to each other after winning the tag team titles, then, how they had clung to each other that night. Chris never loved him, but Kane only knew that now, why he took him back, his broken heart would never know.
The rain hammered down hard on the wind screen, blurring his vision even more. The night outside was filled with party goers laughing and drinking, enjoying themselves with friends. While Kane was breaking mentally, his mind unable to adjust to all that was happening. Chris was right though, no one would ever want him, and maybe he should become the monster everyone says he is? Maybe he should show them what it was like to feel the pain he has felt for years? Maybe, he should show Rob what it feels like to be mentally and emotionally dead.
Who are you to me? Who am I to you?
Is this a lesson in nepotistic negligence?
By default, you are my only link to the outside
Psychosomatic suicide
Where were you when I was down?
Can you show me a way...
To face everyday with this face - goodbye
That verse was enough to send him mad; it was making him picture Rob in his mind. He tried to blink back the tears, opening his eyes... bright lights....gripped the steering wheel, jarring it hard to turn....more lights. A crash louder than his music echoed, followed by another. The white car skidded, being pushed by the breaking truck. His body twisted side ways, neck cracking, glass shattering, blood splattering over the dash board. The pain wracked his body, brutally crushing his insides, the blood burst out from his mouth, his eyes closed. The two trucks had finally stopped; they still had the front of the white rental car crushed between them. Kane's body was sprawled over the two front seats. The music still drowning out his thoughts.
When I blur my eyes, they make the whole
World breath - I see you fucking me
And I am absolutely controlling every urge
To mutilate - the one and only answer
So much for memories...
I wanna dress in your insecurities
And be the perfect you - I'm through
I'm out-stretched out for all to loathe
Here we go - the ultimate irony
The music played softly, loud noises would only make it worse for him. Two hours had passed since Kane had just silently left the arena. And those two hours had been hell.
Give me what I could never ask for
Connect me and you could be my chemical no
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be my chemical
He lay still in the dark, not wanting to leave the locker room. The door opened slowly, jumping up hoping to see the seven foot man with the red and black mask stood there, he was instead greeted by Scott Steiner ."You've not had the radio on have you?"
"No why?"
"Well, I've got some bad news...."