Title: How you Remind Me
Author: Jami
Lynn
Chapter:
1, it's a song fic
Disclaimer: I
don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I did, I'd be
busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own Shawn, for he is one of
the voices in my head, crying to get out. The song belongs to Nickelback.
And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a
bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask
me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So
far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing
bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad either....maybe some
cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything
can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know yet *L*.
Summary: Sometimes,
it can hurt to be reminded.
Feedback: I
need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee!
Trish held her throbbing head in her hands. Her
long, blonde hair was hanging in her face, dirty and unwashed.
Memories of the night before kept flooding back to her. She had been
at home, on break from the WWF. Shawn had been late in getting home
from where he worked as an accountant for a law firm. Trish had begun
to think Shawn was falling out of love with her. Actually, if she was
perfectly honest with herself, she had been feeling like no one, not her
friends, family or fans loved her anymore. That's when she found that
you could stop feeling things for hours if you drank enough.
Last night she had been drinking for quite awhile by
the time Shanw got home. Shawn had seen her like this so many times
that he honestly had no idea what to do about it anymore. Trish was a
mean drunk. That night was no different. Shawn was usually so
patient and understanding with her, but that night he just couldn't take it
anymore and had left to stay with friends.
***
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without the sense of
feelin'
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream, 'Are we having fun yet?'
yet? yet? yet? no, no
***
Trish carefully stood up and crossed to the bathroom
mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying. Her cheek
still had the indentions of where she had fell asleep on the kitchen tile
floor. Her skin looked pale and drawn. Her usually beautiful,
blonde, wavy hair hung in lifeless strands around her face. She
splashed some water on her face before deciding to get some caffiene into
her system.
She grabbed a coke from the fridge befor wandering into
the living room. There she was confronted by a picture of Shawn, taken
a few days after they had met. His sandy blonde hair was in his blue
eyes like usual, and he was smiling. "I still love you
baby" Trish whispered to the photo.
Trish knew that living with her had nearly killed him.
From the times she would berate him with words that would have made the
Undertaker or Kane cry, to the times she would beat on him like he was
just a Diva in the ring. And everytime she'd just keep going back to
the bottle.
***
It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
It must have been so bad
Cause livin' with me must have damn near
killed you
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream, 'Are we having fun yet?'
Yet? Yet? Yet? no, no
***
Shawn never reminded her of this. Not in words at
least. But he usually tried to keep alcohol out of the apartment,
which wasn't hard for him because he didn't drink. But then Trish
would just bring some home with her. When they went out, he'd try to
steer her clear of the bars. they'd go to fancy places and if she
wanted to drink, he'd suggest a wine that would go well with her dinner.
But somehow she always managed to get her hands on some of the harder stuff.
He knew why she did it. She felt insecure and
they alcohol drove those feeling far away. But the alcohol drinking
Trish was not the woman he was in love with. And last night he had
given her a choice. The alcohol or him.
Trish sighed loudly as she walked over to the mini-bar
in the living room. She swept all the tiny bottles into a plastic
sack. Then she carried the sack into the bathroom. She dumped
the contents down the toilet. She sighed with relief once she flushed
it and knew the stuff was gone.
Then she called Shawn's cell phone and left a message
on his voice mail.
***
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what i really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart wroth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream, "are we having fun yet?"
Yet? Yet? Yet? no, no
***
"I'm sorry. I love you and I choose you.
Please come back to me baby." Trish whispered into the
phone.
