Ten Tonne Skeleton (Dean Ambrose Fanfic)

'I love you brotha, I'm sorry.' - Part 7

Triggering - Suicide attempt. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

The next morning was Saturday and Dean woke up extra early so he could go to the gym and shower before heading to the arena. He arrived at work early for the second day in a row and he felt proud of himself. Ever since the phone call with Seth took place last night, Dean felt as if he was a new person. He had a new mind set. He felt refreshed. It was a very pleasant thing to experience.

He headed straight to the locker room and got changed into his ring gear, making sure to cover up the burns with a bandage. He spent an hour jogging around the corridors and waiting for more people to arrive. He passed trainer, Nick's office on his jog and decided to make a pit stop.

"Hey doc, mind if I use your scales?" Dean asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

"No problem Dean, go ahead."

Dean stepped on the scales, excitement bouncing through him, adrenaline running through his veins. He must have lost some weight surely? The needle on the scales couldn't make a decision and kept moving around until...  215 lbs. Wait that was 15.3 stone. Dean started to panic. Had he really lost so little weight? He thought he would have lost at least 2 stone by now. All of Dean's happiness disappeared.

He left the Trainer's room and headed for the locker room, only to be stopped by Triple H. 

"Hey Dean, nice to see you here so early but I'm afraid there is no need for you to be here. Your match has been cancelled. We found someone else to team up with Roman so you can just head back to your hotel if you want." Hunter walked off with a smug look on his face.

Dean felt as if his whole world had just collapsed around him. His match was cancelled. They had never cancelled one of his matches before. They didn't need him. Triple H didn't need him. The WWE didn't need him.

What was the point anymore? Dean no longer wanted to be a burden to the WWE Universe. His co-workers could care less about him. He meant nothing to no one. What was the point in living?

Ambrose packed up his bag and was heading towards the exit of the arena when he bumped into someone. Roman.

"Watch where you're going idiot." Roman snarled, walking away. Dean knew this was his last chance to apologies.

"Roman, wait." Dean called out, the Samoan turned around and gave Dean a dirty look.

"What?" He asked in disgust.

"Look, Roman I just wanted to apologies for everything. I love you brotha, I'm sorry." A tear ran down Dean's face as he turned around and left the arena for the last time.

The car journey was long and painful for Dean. He just wanted to get to the hotel as quick as possible and the traffic didn't help at all. 

He finally reached his rented out room and placed his bag down on the floor near the front door. He took one last look around the room before walking into the bathroom. He had a lot of time to think whilst he was in the car. He thought about how he should do it. Did he want to slit his wrist and bleed out or did he want to overdose on some random pills he found in the pub the other night? He knew that he wanted it to be an excruciatingly painful process, one that took a long time to finally end him, so he decided on drowning himself.

The bathroom was silent. Dean stood there looking at the empty bath tub and wondering if he really wanted to do this. However he quickly made his mind up and turned on the taps. He didn't want anyone to find him naked so he kept his clothes on, minus his boots. It felt like hours before the bath was finally full, but it had only been ten minutes.

Dean grabbed his phone from out of his pocket and texted Seth. He wanted to have a proper goodbye.

'Hey, I just wanted you to know that I love you so much and I'm so sorry for all I have done wrong. Please forgive me xx'

He felt like that small text was enough. He placed his phone on the floor and took a deep breath.

Dean stepped slowly into the bath tub and lay himself down, so that his head was the only thing above the water. He took a few deep breaths before lowering his head under the warm liquid.

At first he didn't feel any pain, but once he needed to breathe it became harder to stay under, somehow he did. He could feel his lungs squeeze smaller as he chocked and gagged on the water. His throat burned with trapped air and his ears pounded, but he liked it. All he could hear was the rumble of clear liquid that surrounded him. His body could take no more. He felt the warm rush of water flowing through the back of his throat and nose. He had never felt anything so painful, but he was relieved. Slowly his sight and consciousness started to slip away and he was enveloped by the darkness below. For the first time in a long time Dean felt at peace with the world. 

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Roman was confused to say the least. He had treated Dean like shit, but for some reason the Lunatic said that he loved him and that he was his brother. He also said something about being sorry. What was he sorry for? The Samoan decided to worry about this after his match.

Once he had finished his match, which wasn't with Dean for some reason, he headed back to the locker room. He grabbed his phone and saw that he had got a text from Seth.

'Hey, is Ambrose okay? I got a weird text from him just now saying that he loves me and that he's sorry. Has something happened?'

Roman replied instantly.

'I'm not sure. He wasn't in the match tonight and he said something similar to me. I'm gonna go check on him.'

'Okay well, let me know if he's okay when you see him.'

'Will do.'

Roman had a bad feeling in his gut. He wondered why Dean would say that to him and Seth so randomly, but then it clicked. Dean wasn't right in the head. Dean was going to hurt himself.

Roman ran to his car and drove over to Dean's hotel, breaking the speed limit more than once. He had to ask the man at the desk for Ambrose's room number. Luckily it was only on the first floor. Roman sprinted to his friends room and pounded on the door.

"Dean you in there?" He shouted, still knocking. He was panicking even more than before. Why wasn't he answering. Roman tried opening the door and to his luck it was unlocked. The room was scarily quiet and it was making the Samoan feel nauseous. 

"Dean?" He shouted once again, but no reply. He searched all the rooms accept for the bathroom. He was dreading what he might find. He slowly opened the door to the bathroom and stepped in. What he saw broke his heart. His best friend, his brother, laying in the bath tub, lifeless.

He grabbed Dean's floppy body and lifted him out of the water, holding him in his arms. He saw his friend's phone on the floor and called for an ambulance. Roman lay Dean on the floor and tried giving him CPR, but it wasn't working. The Samoan sobbed and screamed for the Lord to spare his brother.

The paramedics arrived and performed CPR on Dean as well. After a few minutes the weak boy started to cough up water. He was still unconscious but he was breathing. Roman had never felt so relieved in his life. He rode in the ambulance with Dean and spent an hour in the hospital waiting room before he remembered that he had to call Seth. This was going to be a hard conversation.