Wrestling ONE SHOTS and IMAGINES

14 Finn Balor

It was time. Now the time had come. I would finally get my peace. A few more steps and it was over. Nobody would miss me anyway. I had no contact with my parents. I had no siblings. And friends? I didn't have any friends left. I couldn't let anyone get close to me. Trust was something I wasn't capable of. On good days I tried to talk to people around me, but no matter how much I achieved on those days, it never lasted more than a few hours.

Just jump. Let go of yourself. It's not the first try. But so far, the last step was always missing. Now it was finally enough. I couldn't take it anymore. Let the voices fall silent. Not just the voices in my head, but the voices of others who were taunting me.

It all started with the diagnosis, inoperable vertebral injury. The only thing that gave me joy in life was taken away from me. I was never allowed to wrestle again. That was a year ago now. A year since I fell into a deep depression. A year of voices in my head asking me what I was doing in this world.

That I was still surrounded by people who were allowed to do what I loved was an additional stab to the heart. But I just couldn't leave it behind. When WWE offered me to work in the production of the shows after my diagnosis, I thought it was a good idea. I could not have been more wrong.

Another show, another gathering for drinks at the hotel. Drinks, drinks that maybe gave me the courage to finally end it. After the fifth whiskey I felt ready and headed for the elevators. Unaware that I had been watched all evening.

This brought me to this place, to the roof of the hotel. 25 floors high. There I stood for a few minutes to collect myself. I was so deep in thought that I did not realize that I was no longer alone.

I was just taking my first steps towards the edge when someone talked to me.

"Hey Y/N what are you doing up here?" I turned around. Finn.

"God, Finn, you scared me! What am I doing here? What are you doin' here?" Hopefully he didn't suspect what I was really up to.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I followed you because I got the impression that something was up. And to be honest, I think there's been something wrong with you for a while now. It worries me," he explained.

"I'm fine, Finn. Please leave me alone. I'm not in the mood to have a conversation with you, so just go." I tried to keep my voice calm and in control, but I don't think I did particularly well.

"Come on Y/N. I know something's bothering you. I've been trying to talk to you for weeks, but every time I try to talk to you, you just leave the room or you simply don't answer. Talk to me. I thought we were friends," said Finn.

I didn't know what to say about that. Because to be honest, I hadn't noticed that Finn was trying to talk to me. Was I already so far gone that I didn't even notice when someone tried to help me?

"Please let it go, Finn. It's too late anyway!" Oh, damn it, why did I say that out loud? Of course my little slip didn't escape his attention.

"Too late for what? What do you mean? What are you up to Y/N?" he did not understand what I meant, but I could see that when he thought about it, something in him clicked.

Now I had to act before he could finally put the pieces together. I walked towards the edge of the roof and was ready to take the final step when Finn wrapped his arms tightly around my upper body and pulled me back.

"NO Y/N!!! You are not doing this! This is not the answer." Finn sounded freaked out, like he couldn't believe what almost happened.

"Let go of me, Finn! That's not your decision. I can't do this anymore. I don't want to anymore," I said as I tried to free myself from his grip, but it only made his grip tighter.

When I realized he wouldn't let go of me, I started to cry. So hard it shook my whole body. But Finn held me in place. I don't know how long we stood there like that. Seconds, minutes or hours. I don't know, time just stopped making sense. Finally, as the shaking subsided, Finn turned me around to him. But he didn't let go of me for a single second, probably afraid I'd try it again.

"Whatever's going on in your head Y/N, we're gonna fix it. I am here for you. You can get your life back. You may have given up on yourself, but I won't do that! I know you're stronger than you think. You can talk to me about anything and we'll work it out. Together. I promise you that!" and with that, he led me towards the door. Away from the edge of the roof and away from the voices in my head.

Published July 13, 2020