10 years ago...

"Hey… sorry that took so long." The man lying on the king sized bed heard, looked away from the Tv and saw Amanda standing a few feet away, red and black pajamas on, her makeup off and her hair soaked… but Chris Benoit knew what had delayed Amanda's shower.

It wasn't exactly the shower itself... it was that Amanda, despite not admitting to it, was hurting.

A reddish purple bruise took up most of her right shoulder, the bruise the result of Amanda crashing into the barricade. Chris sat up and moved back on the bed a few inches.

"Come here, little one." Chris says in a gentle tone, Amanda walking over and sitting down after handing him the towel she had been holding. Chris reached over, lightly wringing the water out of Amanda's long hair and rubbing the towel against it… when the two first met, he had thought of her as a student.

Now he considered her one of his family and wanted to help ease the pain she was feeling, making sure she didn't move that aggravated shoulder.

"First thing tomorrow, we're going straight to the doctor." Chris says after running a brush through Amanda's hair like he had done countless times with his daughter Megan, Amanda looking over her left shoulder at him after her hair was in a ponytail. "Don't fight me on this on, you can barely move your right arm." He says, having gone through that kind of pain himself from the neck injury he suffered nearly six years earlier.

Amanda nodded as Chris kissed her on her forehead… six years, the two had known each other because John used to bring her to the events or bring her along with him during the summer… three years since Chris started training her and Amanda caught attention quickly.

He wanted to be around to see her career flourish, see her live out all her dreams…

Neither one of them knew that moments like these were starting to become numbered.

Six months later, Amanda was wandering the hallways nervously. Multiple attempts to get in touch with Chris, Nancy and little Daniel went unanswered after the texts that she, Chavo and referee Scott Armstrong received from Chris's and Nancy's phones and they had brought it to John Laurinaitis's attention.

The last time Amanda had heard from Chris was on Amanda's birthday back on the 20th… and it was worrying her because on that day, he seemed so much like his normal self.

Amanda stopped when she saw Hunter and Vince talking, both having looked like they'd been crying. Hunter turned and looked at Amanda… and she knew right away why all attempts to contact the Benoit family had failed.

The second Hunter walked towards her, Amanda turned and ran, not wanting to be comforted, not wanting it to be true… Amanda screamed out as she fell, bashing her recently healed nose against the floor and breaking it again.

Amanda felt Hunter pull her up to where she was able to sit and him putting his left hand on her nose, resetting it and making Amanda scream in pain before he pulled her into his arms, lightly stroking her hair as she sobbed.

"It… no, please! They can't… Hunter, please tell me it's..." Amanda tried to say, Hunter dissolving into another round of sobs himself.

"I'm sorry, kiddo… they're gone." Hunter says through his tears, him and Amanda hugging each other as both cried for the family they loved like their own… the one they would never see again.

Checking on Amanda the next morning before the ECW taping, Hunter walked into the hotel room she was in to find her eerily quiet and walked over to her… and on the bedside table was a handwritten note.

'Why did you do it, Chris?! Why?!'

Hunter knew from looking at her that Amanda had been up all night, unable to sleep and had found out the horrifying truth… stretching out next to her after pulling the half kicked off covers over her, Hunter took the small diva into his arms, her only response being a blink.

"I don't think we'll ever know why, kiddo… it's not fair, to anyone." Hunter whispers, lightly stroking Amanda's disheveled curls.

Amanda just blinked again before finally, after seven exhausting hours, fell into sleep, Hunter kissing her on her forehead.

"You just rest, Mandy Rose… rest that weary mind." Hunter whispered.

The silence was eerie… and it had the Cerebral Assassin deeply worried about the mental state of the finally sleeping girl in his arms...

Present time, Finn's perspective…

Bray said to stay by her… so that's what I'm gonna do.

Mandy's using one of my shirts as a replacement for her pajamas tonight, the makeup scrubbed off of her face and the ice pack long gone as I lie down and take her into my arms, Mandy's face instinctively burying into my left shoulder.

"I'm… no expert in dealing with silence from trauma like this, my love. But I'm not going anywhere, I'm never leaving your side." I whisper, her head tilting up and her eyes looking at mine before we kiss.

It isn't long before her breathing is calmer, she's less tense than she was earlier… but it's still there.

Her eyes blink twice, that look in them appearing and I rub my right hand up and down her back, being careful of the welt left behind by the kendo stick… I know Bray didn't mean it.

And I know Seth didn't mean to send Mandy into silence… but he still did.

Amanda's perspective, the next morning…

It's raining… but Baltimore's weather is similar to Florida's at times.

I glance at my phone, seeing that… it's Monday?!

What the hell happened?! Last thing I remember is getting ready for the pay per view… why can't I…

It happened again… a quick look to my right tells me that Finn is here.

He stayed by my side, stayed with me… through another relived trauma.

"Finn?" I say quietly, my voice croaky as his eyes opened… and he pulled me closer to him, the two of us hugging.

I never want to be silent again… now it's time to fill in the gaps in my memory.