Face Your Demons

seven

Disclaimer: There are parts of this chapter that become a little sexual. Nothing like full on smut, but it does get slightly sexual. I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

"With Dr. Dugas after a successful stem cell transplant. As my friend said, 'Rocky would be a terrible movie if he never got knocked down.'"

I looked down at the photo that Fergal posted on his Instagram of him not long after surgery. From my bedroom, the sounds of the waves crashing into the rocks could be heard. Today was my last day home before heading back to work. It was nice to have been able to return and be with my family and friends during this rough time of the year.

Even though it was hard to visit Sebastìan's grave, I knew that I wouldn't be able to go throughout my days if I didn't. He was the driving force behind my career because his was cut too short. He found success in companies such as ICW, TNA, ROH, NJPW. However, he couldn't quite reach where it mattered most to him: WWE. He tried for years to get his foot in the door with them, but they shut him out every time. None of us really understood why they wouldn't take a chance on him. That's why I am forever grateful that they took a chance on me; now, I can fulfill the dream my brother had and dedicate my career to him.

In my time of thought, I found myself glancing down at my wrist at the faded ink plastered there. It was three triangles overlapping each other: the top one was a blue outline, the second was a yellow outline overlapping the bottom of the blue, and the last was a solid red triangle overlapping the bottom of the yellow. Jonas and I got the tattoo soon after Seb's passing; the blue triangle represented him, the yellow Seb, and the red me. On Jonas, the blue triangle was filled in with the other two being outlines. The tattoo was a friendly reminder that no matter where we were in the world, we would always have each other, and that we would always have Seb with us.

As I admired the ink, my phone started to ring. The number looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn't quite put a name to it. I cleared my throat and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Luna, hey." A familiar voice came over the call.

Caitlin, Fergal's sister. I was instantly confused as to why she was calling. I hadn't spoken to her since Ferg brought me home to Bray County to meet his family. Sure, we had a great relationship and she seemed to adore me like her mother. However, like her parent's, she did not know about what happened back in Japan.

"Caitlin, it's good to hear you again. How have you been?" I asked. Honestly, I thought she was a nice enough person and I consider her a friend. It's just hard to step around the past I have with her brother.

"I'm doing alright. The family and I are actually in the States with Fergal right now. He's in sort of rough shape, so he's happy to have us here. But we are leaving pretty soon to head home." Her accent wasn't as thick as her brother, but it was still very visible.

"Oh. Well, I hope he's doing better."

"Thank you. But I called to ask you a question."

"Okay?"

"We'd hate to leave Ferg alone. I think it would mean a lot to him if you made a trip to Orlando to visit him."

My body froze as my breath caught in my throat. I could handle him if friends were around, but I was afraid to be with him on my own. A sickening feeling rushed to my stomach just thinking about it. I wasn't sure I could do it.

"I...I don't know, Cait. I don't think I'm in a good place to be with Ferg."

"It's only for one day, Luna. Rami and Pamela said that they will come over after their tapings in Atlanta for Raw. They can't come any sooner and they suggested that you come until they can."