Fear is Real {WWE FanFiction}

Chapter 10

It had been months without incident. The nightmares had stopped stalking Roman's nights, and they no longer plagued his waking hours. His and Seth's relationship was back to normal...or as normal as it could be, what with the current storyline and Dean being gone. It was easy between them. It always had been.

There was just one thing nagging at Roman.

"Hey, Roman, you want anything to eat? I'm starving." Seth stood by the door, his favorite Glamour Kills shirt on and a matching snapback.

Roman rolled his eyes at Seth's skinny jeans, though. "Seriously, Seth, those don't constrict your blood flow?"

"No," Seth shrugged. "Food?"

"Food," Roman said. "The usual, wherever you go, please."

"Sure thing, big guy," Seth said, then left.

Roman exhaled audibly. He got up from the desk chair, paced back and forth. Now that Seth was gone he didn't have to pretend everything was okay. Everything was not okay.

His memory gaps were getting worse. At first, it wasn't major stuff. Mainly he misplaced the room key or forgot where he parked the car. Then it slowly grew bigger, and more problematic for his career. He messed up lines, missed cues, even spaced out halfway through a match and just barely managed to kick out. Paul's patience was running out; Roman could only claim immunity because of Dean's death for so long.

Seth hadn't brought it up yet, but Roman could feel the lingering, concerned glances that burned holes into his back and only made him that much more worried. Last week was particularly bad.

"Roman? Ro, hey. Big guy, what are you doing?"

Seth's voice brought him out of whatever dream he was having. He looked around, expecting to be under the covers, splayed across the bed. Instead, he was standing by the bathroom door. The wall was cool against his forehead. A hand dropped onto his shoulder, startling him.

He turned to see Seth with worry painted on his face.

"What are you doing?" Seth sounded concerned. His voice was tight with fear, though.

"I... I don't know," Roman answered. Had he been sleepwalking? He'd never done that before. What was going on?

"Let's get you back to bed," Seth said quietly.

Roman allowed himself to be led across the room, feet dragging on the carpet. He had no recollection of getting out of bed, and the hole in his memory bothered him.

Roman stopped in the middle of the room. He could feel the gaps as though they were physical injuries, each one sore on the edges. They were like bruises: he wasn't sure where they had come from but he poked at them to find out how he got them.

"What is happening to me?" he growled.

Nothing, a voice answered from within him. It wasn't a familiar voice.

"Ro, I'm back," Seth called, and a moment later the door opened. Seth struggled inside, his arms heavily laden with food and brown bags Roman could only associate with a liquor store.

"Everything okay, Ro?" Seth asked. The two-toned man set the bags on the desk.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Roman answered in a monotone. The edges of his vision were going gray again.