Coby MP3 Song Fic Challenge
Pairing: Matt Hardy/Melony
Type: Short fic
Title: My Brightest Hour
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: M for situations/language
Summary: Matt's outlook on life has become cloudy but once his past love resurfaces to save him they may jut find solace in saving each other.
Chapter one: Self-Pity
Cameron, North Carolina
The massive living room was cold and dark. But he didn't care as he rolled over on the couch and opened his eyes. He didn't know what was more annoying, the burning of his eyes or the throbbing of his head. He managed to roll off the couch and sit up kicking an empty bottle of vodka out from under his foot. His house was a mess but he didn't care about that either now.
Since being injured and out of a job for the past seven months, Matt Hardy found himself on the wrong side of everything in life. His friends had their own lives and only came to hang out when he had a party. Jeff was busy moving up the ladder and was getting a shot at the World Heavyweight Title not that Jeff wanted to hang around his big brother anyways. After all if was Jeff that pointed out Matt's attitude had become less than pleasant.
So with that, Matt had turned to doing what he seemed to do best when he had nothing but self-pity to wallow in. He locked the doors, turned off the phones and cracked open the grey Goose Vodka and followed it with a few beers. And if that run out he would drink whatever else was on hand. And there was always something to drink in his house. The only place he had been the past week was to pay bills, get some dog food for Lucas and buy more liquor.
Matt stumbled into the kitchen and let Lucas out before pulling a bottle of V-8 out of the refrigerator. He needed to nurse his hangover before he started drinking again. The red light on his answering machine blinked repeatedly alerting him to new messages. He knew it was Jeff and maybe Shannon calling to make sure he was still alive and on not continuing in his downward spiral. Matt chose to ignore the blinking light and downed his V-8 before heading to the shower.
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Jeff and Shannon stood in front of the monitors in the Raleigh-Durham airport waiting for the flight information to be updated. They were worried about Matt and were on the verge of putting him in rehab, which is what Shane and their dad suggested. However, both Shannon and Jeff figured they would give it one last try to save Matt from his own demons by resurrecting one from his past.
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Matt fresh from the shower pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and rand a brush through his hair and pulled it back in a ponytail even though it was still wet. He refused to look in the mirror, the fact that he could feel his muscles deteriorating every second he was out of the gym was enough to deter him from ever looking into a mirror that and the fact that he wasn't ready to ask himself why he was doing this to himself. He would rather bury the answer down in his subconscious and under a fifth of vodka and a six-pack.
He made his way down stairs and to the kitchen where he called Lucas in and fed him before pouring himself a drink and sitting down at his kitchen table. He looked around at the messy counters and dirty dishes in the sink. And took a long drink from his glass. The blue walls were empty of any artwork or pictures. Even the pictures from the fridge had been removed. It was then that his subconscious admitted to him what he had been denying. Since he had been stuck there all alone for months on end with only his thoughts to keep him company, he had been plagued by dreams, nightmares, and most of all memories all of her.
There was no reason why he should be thinking of her.
No reason at all.
Except today would have been their four year anniversary had they stayed together. But of course, fate wouldn't have it that way. Instead, two and a half years ago, he took advantage of the fact that she would always be there, so he thought, and he stopped paying her any attention. He stopped taking her out, stopped doing the little things that he use to and she felt underappreciated. Eventually she grew tired of being, what he later realized, was the equivalent of a personal assistant and she left.
She didn't just leave. She packed up and moved halfway around the world to Italy leaving only a letter in her absence. He remembered it like it was yesterday. He accused her of everything he was guilty of. "You're being childish and selfish. We can work this out." He shouted to her voicemail. "You can't just throw away two years together. Mel, you need to get your priorities straight. I'm doing all I can to make this right but you have to return my calls."
He had been a complete ass. He pushed her away, let their relationship fall through the cracks. As the famous saying goes, he dropped the ball. He downed the rest of his Grey Goose and poured another full glass. Matt grabbed his glass and headed out on the deck. It had been awhile since he last talked to her. She still sent him postcards every once in awhile and he could always count on a birthday present from her and they each sent presents at Christmas. But he hadn't seen her since she left his house that rainy night.
They both had moved on with their lives so their was no need in drudging up the past. It was in reality a little to painful which was one reason he initially decided to drown himself in a sea of alcohol.