Chapter six
disclamber: no own
It's been three days sense Rebacca's death and the house hold will never be the same again.
it's a saturday afternoon , every body in the house was bussy cleaning up or readiing.
The kid where bussy playing up stairs.
Shawn on the other hand was up stairs gathering all of the family photos and puting them in a photo album for remember Rebacca.
Shawn cried alittle as he put the photos toetter.
The past days Hunter have been worry about Shawn and the kids.
They took rebacca's death hard.
hawn spend hours in his bed room with the bedroom close crying his heart out.
He been doing this with out Hunter knowing about it.
ohn on the other hand knew whats been going on. He would sneak into Shawn's room it spy on him to see if he was all right.
Cam and chay try not to think about it. They are just happy to have Hunter and John living with them so they will not be alone.
As Shawn fell asleep John Came from where he was hiding and walked out of the room to tell Hunter whats been going on.
He walked up the stairs and knocked on Hunter'a door.
"Who is it" Hunter asked
"its me John"
"come in"
John walked right into Hunter's room and sat right into a near by chair.
"Hunter i have something to tell you"?
"what is it"?
"I saw Shawn cutting his wrists with a knife"
John said in a terrafled way
"What do you mean he was cutting how did you find out"?
"I kind of hid in his room to spy on him to see if he was all right bout right now he sholudnt be a lone right now".
With that Hunter jumped up from his bed and ran along with John down to hall to Shawn's room and kicked open the door.
there was a faint smell of blood in the air.
Right on the bed layed a bloody Shawn Michaels in a pool of his own blood.