Call Me When You're Sober
A/N:I have no idea why, but I'm really depressed today...but i wrote this last night at 1 something am, so here it is. This story is to "Call Me When You're Sober" - By Evanescence. Enjoy...Oh, and I used a different writing style for this one, so try to bear with me.
Disclaimer:I do not own Shannon Moore, Matt Hardy or Jeff Hardy. They own themselves technically. I do not own Evanescence, Their albums, or their songs. I have no connection to any of the people mentioned or Evanescence.
Pairing:Matt Hardy/Shannon Moore
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"Shannon fucking Moore where are you?!"
Don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
I heard a bottle crash as I sat in in my closet, sobbing under an old sheet.
Matt was drunk again.
Matt was angry again.
Matt was calling me out again.
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
"Come on baby, I won't hurt you. At least, if you come out here I won't!"
I knew he was lying. even if I did come out, he'd still hurt me. He'd leave bruises, cuts, scars, black eyes, burns.
The possibilities were endless for him.
The pain was endless for me.
Should I let you fall
Lose it all
So maybe you can remember yourself
"Come on Shannon, get out here and help your boyfriend! I'm drunk and tired and dizzy!"
A loud thump came from near the living room. I assume Matt fell.
Really, should I help him?
After the many times he made me fall.
Fall to the floor in pain.
Fall into a pit of emotional turmoil.
Fall down my own stairs because of his strong hands.
His hands that will do anything to me.
By day, they'll caress me. By night, they'll bloody me.
How things change within a few hours.
Can't keep believing, we're only
Deceiving ourselves and I'm sick of this lie
"Shannon! I'm getting really pissed! I swear to God if I find you, you're dead!"
Of course, he didn't mean that.
At least, I hope.
I was always in doubt of Matt's accusations of killing me. But, I still think that he is capable of it.
Matt definitely knows he can. He knows because he came so close to doing so.
It was a few monthes ago. He had really got me. My nose was rapidly bleeding, my whole torso was bruised, and there were countless welts and lash marks on my back from his belt.
Black leather with silver studs. I'd never forget.
He had been hitting me so hard.
My whole backside was in pain.
It burned, seared, stabbed.
Matt, for some reason, started hitting me harder.
I felt large spots of blood start to run over my back.
But Matt kept on.
After a while, I started to get pale and my vision blurred.
I had lost alot of blood.
For once, Matt actually cared. He noticed my almost pure white skin and glazed over eyes.
He picked me up bridal style and took me to the hospital.
The nurses asked what happened, but I knew they had already guessed.
Matt said I fell down the stairs. How cliche.
The nurses looked at each other, knowing such an old lie, But, they played along.
Matt said he tried to get me here before I was in too much pain to even function right.
And you're too late
"Don't get me even more angry Shannon! I just might bring out the big guns!"
I bit my lip at the thought.
Matt was talking of the spiked belt he borrowed from Jeff so he could "look more unique."
Or to make me look more unique.
I can feel it now.
Crawling in my skin.
The puncturing pain of the shiny metal spikes digging into my bare back.
Ripping out skin.
Making little flowers of blood sprout.
Matt says those are his favorite flowers now.
They're mine, too.
Don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
"Shannon, baby, I'm kidding about the belt...I'ma gonna use a fucking whip!"
Make up your mind
"I'll use a whip alright! It'll be ice cold with silver fucking tips!"
Oh God why?!
Why is he like this?!
Why does he despise me so?!
He used to love me.
He used to kiss my boo boos, not make them!
He used to cuddle me, not cut me!
He used to smother me in kisses, not cover me in scars!
He used to not hate me!
Couldn't take the the blame
Sick with shame
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
"Shannon! You fucking little coward! Why don't you fucking answer me!?
How can he not know?
He scares me.
He makes me afraid.
Why can't he see that when he yells, I run and hide?
Maybe he blames me for being afraid?
Maybe he doesn't even think hitting me is wrong?
Or maybe he just doesn't care?
Selfishly hated, no wonder you're jaded
You can't play the victim this time
"How can you keep hiding from me?! It makes me think you hate me! Well fine! Back at yah! It's not like you could change anyway! If you'd come here, I'd help you out!"
And you're too late
"You never help me! You just sit around, licking your wounds! Literally!
There was an evil laugh that followed.
It curdled my blood.
How could he be so harsh?
I heard footsteps coming towards the closet.
I knew he was going to check in our bedroom.
That was where I usually was.
Well, not tonight.
I was in the hall closet.
It wasn't a walk-in, but it was big enough that I could squeeze in.
Matt'd never look here.
Don't cry to me
If you love me
You would be here with me
You want me
Come find me
Make up your mind
"Show your pale little ass, bitch! I know you're here!"
I began to sob quietly.
He was right outside the door.
You never call me when you're sober
"What's that sound?"
No...I'm not quiet enough...
You only want me cause it's over
"The closet?"
No...Not the closet...
How could I have burned paradise?
"You dirty little sneak!"
Please God help me!
How could I- You never wanted mine!
"Gotcha!"
Light flooded my eyes as Matt stood in the door way.
I looked up at him.
His eyes look glowing red.
In his hand was the promised whip.
But in his front pocket...
Oh god...
In his front pocket...
Was a gun
So don't cry to me
If you loved me
"Matti please, no!"
But I was pulled by my hair out of the closet.
He through me on the floor, belly down.
His whip hit my back hard.
It his my legs hard.
It my head hard.
You should be here with me
Don't lie to me
Just get your things
Then, at that moment, I knew.
At that moment I began to lose consciousness.
At that moment as blood rolled down my body.
At that moment as I heard Matt take out his pistol.
I realized that he's better than me.
I realized he hated me for that reason.
I realized...
Click
That I deserve to die...
Boom!
I've made up your mind
THE END...
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A/N:i know this was sad, but I've been in a sad mood lately, so this kinda showed my feelings. If anyone is super sad now or needs a tissue, I am really sorry. KC