Title: Mirror Mirror.
Author: AngelicTorture.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one you recognise.
Rating: PG13
Pairing/characters: mentions of Lita/Cena. Lita, Edge.
Spoilers: none.
Notes: Response to Kori's emotions theme challenge posted at litafics on LJ. I'm going the 10 separate one shots route. The theme for this one is Mad (I'm using mad as in insane, crazy, loopy, bonkers…) this one is written in first person and is a little bit weird…that's about the only way I can describe it. I'm using real names. There's a little bit of language here and there too. Thoughts are in italics.
Summery: She really should listen to herself more often.
"Where the hell is my hair brush?" I snap way too loudly at my best friend and current room mate Adam Copeland.
"Probably wherever you left it Ames."
I shoot him a filthy look.
"Thank you so much captain obvious."
I start randomly throwing things from one side of the room to the other.
"Well usually when you can't find something it turns up where you last left it…"
"Don't you think I'd check where I left it if I could remember where that was?"
"What the hell crawled up your ass and turned you into the bitch queen this morning?"
"Nothing…"
I give up on throwing things and start going through my bag.
"You've always been a crappy liar Amy…this wouldn't have anything to do with Cena would it?"
Damn…he knows me way too well.
"No…why would it?" I lie.
Good one Amy, it's not like he already caught you out on a lie is it?
"Because the only time you act like a psycho bitch from hell is when he's done something wrong…so what did he do this time?"
I really wish I could tell him.
"John hasn't done anything…I'm just pissed off cause I can't find my brush."
Well, it's not like it's a total lie; I am pissed about my hair brush.
He sighs.
"Fine, don't tell me…I'll be downstairs when you're ready."
He leaves, slamming the door behind him.
Shit, now I feel bad.
I'm just about to get up from where I've been kneeling on the floor when something catches my eye.
How did my hair brush end up under my bed?
I get up and make my way to the bathroom, grabbing my make up bag as I go.
I can't believe Adam had the nerve to call me a psycho bitch…not when I've seen some of the hissy fits he's thrown.
I glare at myself in the mirror as I run my brush through my hair. As usual my hair is not sitting the way it's supposed to.
"Ugh…why don't you do what you're supposed to?" I whine at my reflection.
"Maybe if you asked nicely…"
What the fuck?
I stare slightly dumbfounded at the mirror in front of me.
"Ok Ames…you've finally lost it…"
"Lost it? Sweetie, you never had it to begin with."
My reflection smirks at me.
"What the fuck is going on…who are you?"
My reflection laughs.
"I'm you dearie…I guess you could say I'm you conscience…that little voice in your head that tells you if something's a good idea or a bad idea."
Shit…now I'm talking to myself…and I'm actually talking back to me?
I close my eyes tightly and shake my head. When I open my eyes and look back at the mirror my reflection is still starring at me.
"You can try to shake me out of your head all you want but I'm still gonna be here."
Well, if I'm gonna go mad then I may as well do it in style.
"So why exactly am I apparently pissed at myself?"
"Because I'm tired of being ignored…I told you to say yes last night…do you know how many women would die to hear him ask them that same question?"
"Ugh…of course I do…but it's just not that simple."
"Oh really? So what is so complicated about it?"
Adam was right, I am a bitch this morning…
"He only asked me because I'm leaving and he doesn't want me to."
"Do you really believe John would ask you to marry him just to stop you leaving?"
"Yes…no…I don't know."
"Liar. You know he wouldn't…he asked you because he loves you and what did you say to him? 'I need some time to think about it.' You're a big fat liar."
"So you think I should say yes…then what happens?"
"You marry the man of your dreams and live happily ever after."
"Ha…I never knew I could be so idealistic…no, I'd be stuck at home while he's on the road…we'd never see each other."
"You'd see him a hell of a lot more than if you say no…why are you stalling? Or is it just that you don't love him anymore?"
"Of course I love him…I don't think I could ever not love him."
"Then do as I tell you for once and march you ass down to his room, say yes and get that ring on your finger…then screw his brains out."
"My mind really is in the gutter…"
"You bet it is…now get your ass out that door and go get yourself a husband."
I take one last look at my reflection before I head to John's room. Maybe I am going mad or maybe I'm just finally listening to myself.