A Pain To Die For

by belive2imagine

I completely forgot about this story, until I was looking through some of my stuff and found my notebook. I'm not sure I will finish it, unless I come up with some ideas....But I've had two brain surgery's since I started writing it..So we shall see. Um..

3. Chapter 3

A Pain To Die For-Chapter 3

Shawn and Myst walked into that night's arena. They found his locker room and went inside. A few minutes later Myst got up and started to walk out.

"Where are you going?" Shawn asked.

"Same place I go every night.

Shawn watched her walk away. "Same thing, different night." She always did this, went and found a deserted hallway, put on her headphones and waited till show time when she would find a monitor to watch.

MIDDLE OF THE SHOW

Paul walked up to Myst in the hallway. She didn't notice him because she was to engrossed in Shawn's match.

"He loves you don't you know."

Myst looks at him for a moment.

"Don't you have a match to be getting ready for?"

"It can wait, I'm in the main event."

"Maybe, but I don't feel like talking right now."

"Ahhh…you never do. However, I do feel like talking."

"Of course, but you're making me miss Shawn's match."

"Then we'll watch it and talk afterwards. C'mon we'll go to my locker room."

Myst, knowing it was useless to protest, followed him.

AFTER THE MATCH

Myst looked at Paul while standing up and heading toward the door.

"I'm going to go find Shawn."

"What about our talk."

"You've got a match soon." With that she turned and walked out the door.

LATER THAT NIGHT, IN THE HOTEL.

(Shawn's thoughts)

Today must have been a good day. She fell asleep without crying…I wish I could tell her how I feel. How I've felt since the day I met her

(Flashback, but Still Shawn's thoughts)

It was at that signing. She came up to the table, didn't say anything, just handed me a picture. I looked at her. She was beautiful, in a weird punk/Goth way. She had on black baggy pants with buckles and hooks all over and silver flames going up the legs. She had on a tight fitting long-sleeve black shirt with silver fishnets over it. She had the bluest eyes I had ever seen, no make-up, half her hair was shaved with long hair that was currently metallic blue with dark purple streaks. Her eyes got to him. They looked so far away. Like a lost little kid in a huge mall. He made a mental note to look for her after he was finished.