"Abby… Abby, please wake up. Abby…" Two year old Bray sobbed as he held his twin sister in his arms, the small girl soaked heavily and long gone.
Watching from a distance, Amanda ripped her right hand out of the current day Bray's left one and looked at him.
"Why did you show me this?" Amanda asks, her voice starting to crack as tears streamed down her face.
"To make you remember… I tried but I couldn't save you then, Abigail… now I can, I have that chance to, my twin." Bray says, Amanda backing away from him.
"I'm not her. Don't you get it?! I! Am! Not! Her!" Amanda says, shouting halfway through… but it was eerie.
She had seen pictures of herself at that age… as much as she wanted to deny it, she looked just like little Abigail did.
"You're confused… you were too young to remember, my twin. But now you're here-" Bray says, grabbing her a little more forcefully this time. "And I'm never losing you again, Abigail Rotunda!" He growls, Amanda trying to get away but he tossed her down and she lost all consciousness after her head hit the ground…
The traumatized screaming tore him from his sleep and Finn was immediately holding Amanda in his arms but her eyes were still snapped shut and she was still screaming, Finn leaning her against him as she started hyperventilating… he rubbed his hand up and down her back and eventually, Amanda's hands unclenched from being fists and her eyes opened, the normally sparkling hazel now reddened and angry looking as Finn softly sang What A Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong, Amanda looking up at him.
These nightmares were taking a toll on her and he hated seeing her like that.
"Better?" Finn asks, Amanda sniffling slightly as she leaned against him when both were stretched out on the bed again.
The screams caught someone's attention as evidenced by the knock on the door.
"Everything okay in there?" Roman asks, his voice thick with sleep. Finn stood up and walked over to the door, answering it and letting Roman in as Amanda sat up, her eyes red. "You have that look that says you don't want to talk about it." He says.
"And I've had enough of this Sister Abigail storyline." Amanda says, grabbing her phone and sending Stephanie a text.
'Is that suggestion for the meeting on tomorrow still on the table?'
'Taking me up on it kiddo? Okay, I'll call Hunter and my dad.' Stephanie replies.
'Thank you.' Amanda replies, setting her phone aside as it started to rain and out of the corner of her right eye, seeing Dusty.
"You're doing the right thing, darlin'." Dusty says before disappearing.
Amanda still had that thought in the back of her mind that things would go haywire though… it wouldn't be the first time.
Seven years earlier…
'What a letdown.' Bray Wyatt, better known as Husky Harris, thought, having been eliminated from NXT… it meant rebranding time.
Stood in front of him was a small figure in a white dress… he looked at it.
"Abigail?!" Bray says in shock.
"Hey… don't worry, brother. You'll come back and I'll be back… and we'll live out the dreams we had." Abigail says, her ivory toned skin and dark hair standing out before they hugged… and she disappeared after they let go.
"Hey. You alright?" Bray heard, looked up and saw Amanda, also wearing a white dress but her skin was a bit more tanned than Abigail's and her hair was tied back in a ponytail… still, she resembled her, right down to the sparkling dark eyes.
"Yeah… just a bittersweet feeling. You look amazing tonight." Bray says, the 20 year old across from him letting out a small smile.
"I watched old matches of your dad when I was a young fan… I know one day, I'll see what you can do on the main roster." Amanda says, the two hugging for a few seconds before she left, the long skirt of her dress fluttering slightly.
Present time, 5 hours before Raw…
"I don't know how much more I can take…" Amanda says, the others in stunned shock after she described her nightmare. Stephanie knew that the dark circles under Amanda's beautiful eyes weren't lying, this was too much on her.
"Okay… we'll talk to creative. And the next time you feel your health spiraling, you let us know immediately." Stephanie says.
"Yes, ma'am." Amanda says, her and Finn leaving the office in the arena.
Once in their locker room, Amanda was in her Demon Mistress ring gear with her Balor Club hoodie zipped halfway over it as she often used it when as a special guest enforcer like she would be tonight with Dean's match.
The tension was damn near suffocating in the arena as the couple held and kissed each other… and then jumped back as the door was kicked open and an enraged Bray charged in, Finn standing in front of Amanda.
"It's being revised and you two can't even bother to tell me yourselves?!" Bray yells, Amanda's head snapping up… and through the concealer, Bray saw the dark circles.
"Look at me. See me for me and not her… I haven't slept through the night these past few nights because of the constant night terrors!" Amanda says, Bray looking at her in shock as he figured out what Amanda knew.
"She… she drowned. She's gone but only physically. I see her much like you see little Daniel-" Bray says, cut off by a hard, stinging smack across his face and Finn restraining Amanda.
"I'm… I'm sorry… I went too far." Bray stammered after a few seconds, leaving as Amanda's arms went limp, the muscles relaxing.
"It's gonna be a crazy night." Finn and Amanda said simultaneously.
But unlike their usual times that they did that, no laugh followed.
Monday Night Raw, Amanda's P.O.V
Have I mentioned that I hate jumpscares? No? Well, I do.
The lights went out, Finn took me into his arms and the lights returned, Bray stood in the ring and going through with the promo.
I walk over, taking the microphone from him.
"We'd run, huh? Only one who would run from the man who put the 1 in 21-1 is you… you're no match for the beast incarnate, even as this deranged, backwoods lunatic!" I say angrily, the fans silent… that's not doing much to help the tension as Bray rests his hand on my face and I shove it off.
"My sweet, innocent Abigail… where have you gone? Or were you even there to begin with?" Bray says in a chuckle that hid malice… fuck the script!
I slam my right knee into his ribcage, the brawl breaking out as everyone has to improvise now… but this needs to end.
Screaming won't help, I hate that it's boiled down to this!
I turn to check on Finn, who's down from a blow to the head during the brawl… and that's when it happens.
I scream as the force of Bray's fist hits my back and Finn and I fall before I'm yanked by my hair and trapped in the Sister Abigail.
"You killed my Abigail!" Bray screamed before he hits the finisher faster than I can think… and my consciousness leaves me, my other senses following…
3rd Person Perspective…
The brawl increased with Jeff and Matt joining the fray and everyone ganging up and beating Bray down before Finn, Matt and Jeff ran to Amanda, who was still out cold.
"Come on, kiddo, wake up!" Matt says, dropping his accent as he shook the unconscious Cruiserweight Champion but it didn't work.
Finn tried the same but after a few seconds, he picked Amanda up in his arms and ran to the back with her.
When she finally was awakened, 30 minutes had ticked by and with it, Dean's match. Amanda knew the familiar scent of the trainer's room and the blurred voices, even the hand resting on her shoulder and the dark hair and blue eyes that it led to.
"Dean got disqualified…" Finn says.
"Fuck." Amanda muttered under her breath, knowing that the ending was improvised.
"I'm moving yours and Roman's match to next week and pushing the Alexa/Bayley segment further into the show. You stay back here with your girlfriend… Amanda, you're lucky you don't have a concussion." Kurt says.
"Then why was I out so…" Amanda tries to ask… before tracing her fingers along the stitches in the right side of her head.
In her nightmare, little Abigail was busted open on the right side of her head… and now so was she.
Finn helped Amanda sit up and slowly drink some water, Amanda's whole upper body feeling like it had gone under an 18 wheeler.
And it left her wondering what monster she had woken up in the once calm Bray Wyatt.
