A/N- Thank you again to my reveiwers from the first chapter and the newest from the second. I am sorry I can't remember it, but I will get you a shout out as well in the next chapter using your name. Unfortunatly, my internet isn't working at the moment, so I cannot look your names up and I don't know if the chapter will load right.
BTW- Sehr angenehm? I ist mude'. Was ist du favorite farbe?
Chapter- 2/? 6 maybe
Disclaimer- That's right, I officially own Shawn Michaels!! No, not really. I wish though. Poems and Title are not mine, they are the wonderful Jeff Hardy's. I DON'T OWN THE SONGS EITHER!!
Summary of recent chapters- A horrible car crash has killed Shawn's pride and joys, his wife and son. He falls to peices, going through weakness, pain and sadness. So far, only Shawn, Hunter, Vince, and Kevin Nash are the only ones currently on WWE or WWF who have shown up.
Summary of this chapter- Shawn wakes up to Realization and decides to take action.
CHAPTER THREE
By: ShowStoppa
BTW- THE ANSWER TO GUESS THE SONG (even though no one guessed) was Magic Dance by David Bowie and Labyrinth is spelled like that.
Shawn's eyes fluttered open slowly. He quickly shut them again and sighed.
"It was all a dream. I dreamed it all up. Nothing happened. When I open my eyes, Rebecca will be laying next to me in that nightgown that I love so much. In the other room, Cameron will be in his race-car bed, sound asleep. I will wake him up and remind him that he will be late for day care if he doesn't hurry up.
Just like always. And then, I will go take a shower and brush my teeth. Then, when I get out, I will smell fresh made coffee and Rebecca will be out in her terry-cloth robe getting Cameron his breakfast. Like old times. Cameron will notice me, run over and give me a hug. Then Rebecca will say, 'morning baby' and give me a kiss.
Just like old times."
['Sitting on the porch.... scared to ring the bell.
I wait for you to see me...I sit scared as hell.
Rocking in the chair...hoping the squeaks bring you near.
I wait for you to hear me.. I'm alone so filled..with fear.
Pacing on the hardwood... not knowing what to say
When you see me pacing... when you make your way.
Laying on your welcome mat... not feeling very welcome.
I guess you're in there sleeping..you're so peaceful... when you sleep. ']
He opens his eyes and they immediatly begin to water. Not because the pain of his back from being there, but for being there. He's on the floor. Rebecca and Cameron are nowhere to be found. Shattered glass and torn curtains and sheets are everywhere. He hadn't been dreaming. It all was real.
They were gone. Never coming back. He'd never see them again. His second line phone rang. He didn't want to answer. He couldn't speak. Noone knew what he was going through. No one could possibly fathom the painful emotions running through his mind.
The machine would pick it up.
[ I put your picture away.
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you,
when I'm lying,
next to her. ]
"Shawn? I know that you are there." It was Hunter. "I understand that you don't want to speak to anyone right now, and I get it."
Shawn *tsk*ed
"I know you don't think so-"
How did he know?
"-but, I can. I am so, so sorry, buddy. I know how much they meant to you. The police called me. They wanted me to tell you that there will be a ceremony and funeral tomarrow; Vince helped set it up. It looks perfect, just the way you'd want it; just they way they'd want it.
Now, buddy, remember that we are here for you. We love you, too, and we hate to see you down like this. I know you will be sad for a while, a long while, but make the best of it. *^ Think that they are in a better place , think thatat least they aren't in any more pain, think of the good times you had with them*^
Now, I'm going to go, stay in bed for today and get ready for tomarrow. You'll feel better if you sleep. Now, your stomach is wrenching and if you haven't gotten all of it up last night, you will soon, but after that, it's smooth sailing. Well, as smooth as it gets for a bit.
Love you, buddy.
Hunter."
Tears poured down Shawns face as he headed to the bathroom, falling to the floor in front of the loo when he got in. He was freezing, though he was wearing his coat still. He was freezing and sick, and it couldn't get worse.
['Freezing on the outside..so cold but yet so sweet.
Your body's on the inside.. I'd kill to feel your heat.
Dialing on my phone... the number of your phone.
I can't mash send.. so now.. I'm going home.
Walking towards my car... I feel down about myself.
Getting in my car... I want to kill myself.
You make me feel comeplete... And at the same time I'm me.
I'm so always not complete... with out you.,.. I'm never free.
Free from depressive states... Body, mind, and soul,
Free from sad days with me... free from sad... days alone.
Turning my ignition switch... bright lights start shining through.
My eyes are blinded momentarily... Holy Shit... It's you!']
Shawn curled up in a ball on the floor, his face wet, but no tears falling. In the other room, he could hear Jay leaving a message on the machine, followed by Brock, Vince, Ric, and Lita. Minutes passed like an eternity. He couldn't hear the front door open, or when the bathroom door opened.
Joanie, Jeff, Matt, and Edge walked in. Joanie gasped and walked over, touching Shawn's shoulder tenderly to acknowledge her presence. Shawn sat up and Joanie immediatly hugged him; Matt flushed the loo and he and Jeff walked over, too.
"I'm sorry, Shawn." Matt said, as Jeff rubbed Shawn's shoulder.
Joanie smoothed Shawn's hair tenderly, "Are you alright?"
Shawn's breath caught short as he started to cry, remembering when Joanie had introduced him to Rebecca. He nodded, not really meaning it, but not wanting them to pity him more.
"Do you want me to get you some cocoa?" Matt asked. (I read somewhere that he is excellent at making cocoa for some reason. Don't know if it's true.)
Joanie nodded for Shawn and Matt left.
"Shawn, I felt the same way when my mom died."
Shawn didn't want to hear it, and he didn't want Joanie to hug him like this. He didn't need to be cared for like a baby, but at this particular moment, he could do nothing about it. And Joanies embrace made him feel a bit more secure than before they came.
[' Sitting on the porch... not worried about the bell.
We're looking in each others eyes...
I'm no longer scared as hell.
This night will be a memory....
One that's sure to keep.
I didn't want to wake you...
I thought you were
Sound asleep. ']
GUESS THE SONG- "I was headed to church.... I was off to drink you away!"
HINT- IT IS THE SAME SONG I WROTE IN THE STORY
The little *^ thing was to not those lines, BTW. People always say those things, but they really didn't help me until about a month later when I finally calmed down. Which is probably a main thing in this story. I'm not sure.
Sorry for my faulty German, too.
BTW- Sehr angenehm? I ist mude'. Was ist du favorite farbe?
Chapter- 2/? 6 maybe
Disclaimer- That's right, I officially own Shawn Michaels!! No, not really. I wish though. Poems and Title are not mine, they are the wonderful Jeff Hardy's. I DON'T OWN THE SONGS EITHER!!
Summary of recent chapters- A horrible car crash has killed Shawn's pride and joys, his wife and son. He falls to peices, going through weakness, pain and sadness. So far, only Shawn, Hunter, Vince, and Kevin Nash are the only ones currently on WWE or WWF who have shown up.
Summary of this chapter- Shawn wakes up to Realization and decides to take action.
CHAPTER THREE
By: ShowStoppa
BTW- THE ANSWER TO GUESS THE SONG (even though no one guessed) was Magic Dance by David Bowie and Labyrinth is spelled like that.
Shawn's eyes fluttered open slowly. He quickly shut them again and sighed.
"It was all a dream. I dreamed it all up. Nothing happened. When I open my eyes, Rebecca will be laying next to me in that nightgown that I love so much. In the other room, Cameron will be in his race-car bed, sound asleep. I will wake him up and remind him that he will be late for day care if he doesn't hurry up.
Just like always. And then, I will go take a shower and brush my teeth. Then, when I get out, I will smell fresh made coffee and Rebecca will be out in her terry-cloth robe getting Cameron his breakfast. Like old times. Cameron will notice me, run over and give me a hug. Then Rebecca will say, 'morning baby' and give me a kiss.
Just like old times."
['Sitting on the porch.... scared to ring the bell.
I wait for you to see me...I sit scared as hell.
Rocking in the chair...hoping the squeaks bring you near.
I wait for you to hear me.. I'm alone so filled..with fear.
Pacing on the hardwood... not knowing what to say
When you see me pacing... when you make your way.
Laying on your welcome mat... not feeling very welcome.
I guess you're in there sleeping..you're so peaceful... when you sleep. ']
He opens his eyes and they immediatly begin to water. Not because the pain of his back from being there, but for being there. He's on the floor. Rebecca and Cameron are nowhere to be found. Shattered glass and torn curtains and sheets are everywhere. He hadn't been dreaming. It all was real.
They were gone. Never coming back. He'd never see them again. His second line phone rang. He didn't want to answer. He couldn't speak. Noone knew what he was going through. No one could possibly fathom the painful emotions running through his mind.
The machine would pick it up.
[ I put your picture away.
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you,
when I'm lying,
next to her. ]
"Shawn? I know that you are there." It was Hunter. "I understand that you don't want to speak to anyone right now, and I get it."
Shawn *tsk*ed
"I know you don't think so-"
How did he know?
"-but, I can. I am so, so sorry, buddy. I know how much they meant to you. The police called me. They wanted me to tell you that there will be a ceremony and funeral tomarrow; Vince helped set it up. It looks perfect, just the way you'd want it; just they way they'd want it.
Now, buddy, remember that we are here for you. We love you, too, and we hate to see you down like this. I know you will be sad for a while, a long while, but make the best of it. *^ Think that they are in a better place , think thatat least they aren't in any more pain, think of the good times you had with them*^
Now, I'm going to go, stay in bed for today and get ready for tomarrow. You'll feel better if you sleep. Now, your stomach is wrenching and if you haven't gotten all of it up last night, you will soon, but after that, it's smooth sailing. Well, as smooth as it gets for a bit.
Love you, buddy.
Hunter."
Tears poured down Shawns face as he headed to the bathroom, falling to the floor in front of the loo when he got in. He was freezing, though he was wearing his coat still. He was freezing and sick, and it couldn't get worse.
['Freezing on the outside..so cold but yet so sweet.
Your body's on the inside.. I'd kill to feel your heat.
Dialing on my phone... the number of your phone.
I can't mash send.. so now.. I'm going home.
Walking towards my car... I feel down about myself.
Getting in my car... I want to kill myself.
You make me feel comeplete... And at the same time I'm me.
I'm so always not complete... with out you.,.. I'm never free.
Free from depressive states... Body, mind, and soul,
Free from sad days with me... free from sad... days alone.
Turning my ignition switch... bright lights start shining through.
My eyes are blinded momentarily... Holy Shit... It's you!']
Shawn curled up in a ball on the floor, his face wet, but no tears falling. In the other room, he could hear Jay leaving a message on the machine, followed by Brock, Vince, Ric, and Lita. Minutes passed like an eternity. He couldn't hear the front door open, or when the bathroom door opened.
Joanie, Jeff, Matt, and Edge walked in. Joanie gasped and walked over, touching Shawn's shoulder tenderly to acknowledge her presence. Shawn sat up and Joanie immediatly hugged him; Matt flushed the loo and he and Jeff walked over, too.
"I'm sorry, Shawn." Matt said, as Jeff rubbed Shawn's shoulder.
Joanie smoothed Shawn's hair tenderly, "Are you alright?"
Shawn's breath caught short as he started to cry, remembering when Joanie had introduced him to Rebecca. He nodded, not really meaning it, but not wanting them to pity him more.
"Do you want me to get you some cocoa?" Matt asked. (I read somewhere that he is excellent at making cocoa for some reason. Don't know if it's true.)
Joanie nodded for Shawn and Matt left.
"Shawn, I felt the same way when my mom died."
Shawn didn't want to hear it, and he didn't want Joanie to hug him like this. He didn't need to be cared for like a baby, but at this particular moment, he could do nothing about it. And Joanies embrace made him feel a bit more secure than before they came.
[' Sitting on the porch... not worried about the bell.
We're looking in each others eyes...
I'm no longer scared as hell.
This night will be a memory....
One that's sure to keep.
I didn't want to wake you...
I thought you were
Sound asleep. ']
GUESS THE SONG- "I was headed to church.... I was off to drink you away!"
HINT- IT IS THE SAME SONG I WROTE IN THE STORY
The little *^ thing was to not those lines, BTW. People always say those things, but they really didn't help me until about a month later when I finally calmed down. Which is probably a main thing in this story. I'm not sure.
Sorry for my faulty German, too.