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!
Email: [email protected]
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 Shawn 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.
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