A Wrestlers Demonic Love Story: Finn Bálor x reader

Chapter 40

Fergal's POV

"After 100 years, he finally comes back," Mark chuckled.  "How's Y/N?" He asked. "She's pretty good. She's asleep now," I replied. He nodded. "So.. you goin' back to Ireland?" Mark tried to start a conversation. "Nah. I missed the flight. RAW's in Nashville so I might just head there tomorrow. You don't mind me staying one more night?" I answered with a sigh. "Not at all. I've actually enjoyed your company. And Y/N seems to really love you," Mark said. I chuckled. "Yeah. She does," I smiled, thinking of her beautiful face. 

I heard Mark singing to one of the song that came on the radio and I laughed at him. "Now I know where Y/N gets it from," I laughed. He laughed too.

The aura seems happy, right? No. Not even close. It was fake happiness. All I could think about was Y/N. She didn't belong in there. She wasn't mental. She was just scarred and hurt. Not crazy. She's just.. I don't know but she's not insane. She's completely normal but with a disorder that affects thousands of others. Depression. She needs help, not to be couped up in a place not suited for her. 

I guess that why there was tension in the car. 

We finally got to the house. I couldn't help but think about how close I was to losing her. Twice. I got jealous and snapped. I couldn't help but imagine what would've happened if that person never found her. She would be dead. I would be dead on the inside. Her family's hearts would break. The wrestling world would be grieving. Her friends, Pamela, Daniel and David would weep. It wouldn't be the same. I considered myself lucky now. The fact I got to hold her as she snored softly after a suicide attempt. It just made my heart melt. I loved, no love her. She's my love, my obsession, my drug, my life. I can't get enough of her. 

"Earth to Fergal," Said Michelle. I blinked, coming back to reality. "You okay?" She asked. "Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. Just thinking," My smile came back. "Okay. Anyway, you up for a salad tonight?" She questioned. "Yeah. Sounds good," I replied.

"FERGAL! Come play Fortnite!" I heard Gunner yell.  I went up the stairs to his room. 

That was a mistake.

 He pinned me against the wall again. 

"I told you!" He yelled. "NOT to let ANYTHING happen to my sister!" He growled. "I.." I tried to think of an argument but none came to mind. He was right. I failed Y/N. "Why did she try it? As soon as she goes out with you, she attempts suicide?" He spat in my face like I was nothing. "I- I got jealous. Then she tormented me, flirting with someone else right in front of my face.. and.. then.... I'm not the only reason. Stop taking it out on me!" I snapped, shoving him off me. "Who's the main reason then?" He folded his arms. "...Laurel. Laurel got a new phone, she probably sent hateful messages to her," I argued. 

Gunner thought. "Wait here," He said, before walking off.

Y/N'S POV

I woke up to an empty bed. I didn't really mind, I needed time to myself. To think about everything.

I was about to pull out my phone but remembered that I threw it on the floor, fed up of those... wrecking messages.

I was going to listen to music but that wasn't going to happen.

My stomach grumbled. I didn't eat much that day. I looked around the white room. The only thing there was a bed, messy sheets and my drawing pad. I always liked drawing, it was like my safe spot. When I was younger, whenever my mom or Eric made me feel either emotional or physical pain, I would draw what I felt. I shuddered at the thought of them. I hated thinking of them. 

I stepped towards the door. I saw a mirror. I was wearing the same thing, my hair was down and messy. My clothes were creased and I had no makeup on. I looked like a mess still. My face was stained with tears, my eyes were red. I put my hood up so no one saw my face. 

I stepped out of the door. I felt as if the world was watching me despite the fact that no one was in the corridor.

I didn't know where to  go. I went down another corridor. All it was was door after door for all of the patients. 

I saw a restraining room. That scared me. 

"Hi," A male voice greeted. I turned around slowly. "Um.. hey," I smiled, fakely. "Y/W/N?" The guy asked. I chuckled. He ran over to me. "What? Why are you here?" He aasked frantically. "Umm. I.. depression, I guess. I'm not sure.." I didn't want to shock a fan, especially one in a mental hospital. "Oh. I'm um.. here because of them," He admitted. "Who?" I enquired. "The voices. They kill me, Y/W/N!" He went into some sort of panic mode. "It's okay. They can't really hurt you. Physically, anyway," I told him. "I know... " He went off.  "What's your name? Like your real name?" He inquired. "Y/N... Calaway. You?" I smiled. He smiled back. "James. James Harris," It was silent for a while. "Do you want to be friends?" He broke the silence. "I- sure. Um. You don't know anywhere with food, do ya?" I asked. "Yep!" He fake laughed, shaking his head after. I suspected he had Schitzophrenia.  "Follow me," He grabbed my hand and dragged me with him. 

Fergal's POV:

Gunner came back with Y/N's phone. "What would her password be?" He asked. "Date of birth?" I questioned. "Tried it. What day did you get together?" He grunted. I told him. (Idk, I've forgot a lot lmao) He pumped his arm. I guessed that he got it right. 

"Fergal, you were right," Gunner said, emotionless. "But how do we know it was Laurel that sent them?" He questioned. "Take my word for it. She did it. She's been trying to split us up for ages. She bullied her," I told him. He growled again and threw her phone on the bed. "That b*tch," I couldn't help but agree.  

"You still hurt her. I'm going to let you off. This time. Now. Fortnite. And I decide where we land!" He grunted. I nodded and grabbed a controller.

All the while thinking how Y/N was coping. What she was thinking about. Wishing that she was here with us. 

Sorry for any mistakes