SPOILER ALERT! Chapter 2 will contain MAJOR SPOILERS from NASHVILLE 3x01!

A/N: Ok…so I originally wrote this story during season 2…but forgot about it and therefore never posted…. However…in light of the episode tonight, I remembered it! However, chapter two is going to have a twist! I've decided that this song will also work in Deacon's situation following tonight's episode! So chapter two will be his version of this song.

The song, "You're Voice Haunts My Dreams" is an original piece! Please do NOT post anywhere else without my permission first!

Disclaimer: Nashville belongs to Callie Khouri and ABC.

Your Voice Haunts My Dreams
A Nashville FanFic

I toss and turn once again and face the clock, the numbers glowing eerily in the night. 1:43. Every time I close my eyes, I relive scenes from our past. I roll onto my back and let out a frustrated sigh. I can't think straight, can't sleep, and can't stop dreaming about what used to be and what might have been.

Ever since the wreck, I've pushed you away. You were almost the reason my girls grew up without their mother. And I can't get past that. I can't get over the way you are when you go to the bottle. During the day I can keep thoughts of you at bay, but the nights are when you haunt me.

Trying to fall asleep now is useless. I throw the covers to the side and sit up. I walk down the hall to check on the girls. Daphne is sleeping in her usual way, with her stuffed animals piled around her, but it's when I check on Maddie that my heart clenches even tighter than before.

Our daughter.

The secret is out now. You know she's yours. Yet that fact brings pain instead of relief. It was you gaining that knowledge that has gotten us to this point.

I quietly walk downstairs to my studio. Writing music to express feelings has always been our thing, but tonight, I'll go to the pen and paper alone. I sit at the piano and stare helplessly at the keys. I have no melody, no string of chords coming to my mind. This instrument is not what I need.

I glance around the room and my gaze lands on the guitar in the corner. Your old guitar, the one you gave me and hopelessly tried to teach me on. I learned all of two chords. A and E. Tonight, those chords will have to do.

I walk over and gently pick up one of the only pieces I have left of you. As soon as it's in my hands, the music comes to me. It's a haunting tune, the sound mirroring my broken heart. I start humming a melody and it's not long before the lyrics spill forth.

I reach for a notepad and pen and write the words in strict, bold strokes. I pour my heartbreak and frustrations into the lyrics. Every longing, every betrayal, every lie, and every trial you put me through is written in a few complex lines. All of these memories are keeping me awake tonight and they play a part into the words and melody.

I write for a few more minutes, my heartbreak making the words flow easily, and then I'm done. I play the song a final time before heading back to bed.

I can't even fall asleep

Cause your voice is all I hear

And if I were to dream

Your face would be hauntingly clear

I twist and turn

Can't get comfortable

I know you're trying

To make me miserable

And I, I'm losing my mind

Your voice haunts my dreams

Can't get you out of my mind

I used to want to dream about you

But now it's just a waste of time

My head says you are gone

But my heart doesn't believe

I guess that's why your voice haunts my dreams

When in to sleep I finally fall

Your voice is all I hear

And in the sweetest of dreams

Your face suddenly becomes clear

I wake up screaming

I hate this dreaming

And your leaving

Has left my heart bleeding

Your voice haunts my dreams

Can't get you out of my mind

I used to want to dream about you

But now it's just a waste of time

My head says you are gone

But my heart doesn't believe

I guess that's why your voice haunts my dreams

I can't seem to get my way

All I want is a good night sleep

Wish I could go back to hearing

My mama saying

Goodnight and sweet dreams

But your voice haunts my dreams

Can't get you out of my mind

I used to want to dream about you

But now it's just a waste of time

My head says you are gone

But my heart doesn't believe

I guess that's why your voice haunts my dreams

I guess that's why your voice haunts my dreams!

Tears are streaming down my face as the song comes to an end and I let the last chord ring out in the now silent room. My heart, though still broken beyond compare, feels less constricted and my thoughts are no longer controlling. I feel I can sleep now, so I put the guitar back in its sacred place and head back upstairs. Tomorrow is Thursday. Thursdays were ours at the Bluebird. For old times' sake, maybe I'll perform this song at the café. Maybe doing so will truly release your voice from haunting my dreams. But with a love as deep as ours, will we ever be free?