You’re Losing Me
A/N: is this shit? yes. but this song? not shit
Summary: She’s at her breaking point. (dun dun dun)
WC: 1,427
~ You say, "I don't understand, " and I say, "I know you don't"
We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't ~
It had been six months and nothing changed, his empty promises remained unfulfilled. She was at her breaking point.
She loved him as if he was oxygen, needing him to live, to survive. His drinking had only gotten worse since his release from prison. The oxygen she needed turned to suffocating her. Things had gotten so bad that she started to dread going home, catching up on missing paperwork instead or sitting in her office wondering how things got to this point.
He usually wasn’t home until after midnight most nights, drinking at the bar that was close to their house. It was just after ten o’clock when she arrived home, surprised to see his car in the driveway.
She expected a fight when she walked through the door. The kitchen was trashed, plates shattered to pieces laid on the ground, an empty twelve-pack sat on the counter, the empty bottles strewn everywhere.
~ Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light
Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time
Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? ~
Fighting back tears, she grabbed the broom and started sweeping up the pieces of glass. “Home early?” he asked, coming into her view. She didn’t dare to speak, she was pissed. She was hurt. She was over it. “Silent treatment now?” he asked, slurring his words. “Did you at least have a good day at work?”
More silence.
“Jesus christ, Michelle, do you not know how to have a decent conversation?”
“How much have you had to drink?” she asked bitterly.
“Ah there it is, blaming me yet again. I had a couple beers, big deal.” he said defensively.
“I’m going to bed.”
“Whatever.” she wasn’t going to fight with him tonight, she’d save it for tomorrow night.
“Why are you being a bitch?” he asked.
~ I'm getting tired even for a phoenix
Always risin' from the ashes
Mendin' all her gashes
You might just have dealt the final blow ~
Stopping dead in her tracks, she turned around to face him, glaring at him. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“Fuck you, Tony.” she said before going upstairs to their bedroom. She pulled out a bag and started throwing clothes into it.
“Where are you going?” No answer. “Hello?” he snapped his fingers. “Earth to Michelle?” he tried again, knocking his hand over her hand.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” she hissed.
“What the fuck is your problem tonight? Sorry you had a bad day at work but that isn't a reason to take it out on me.”
~ Stop, you're losin' me
Stop, you're losin' me
Stop, you're losin' me I can't find a pulse
My heart won't start anymore
For you
'Cause you're losin' me ~
“Do you honestly think that work is my problem?”
“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p.’ “Wanna know what my problem is?” he asked. “My problem is that you still work for the bastards who put me away and expect me to be okay with it.”
“Who’s going to pay the bills then? I’m not the one who can’t find a job.” She hadn’t meant to throw that out there, she knew how hard he looked for a job when he first got out. She remembered seeing the defeat every time he got turned down from one when they found out about his background.
His shoulders sank.
~ Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes
How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?
I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick
My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick ~
Grabbing everything she needed, she zipped the bag shut. She retraced her steps back down the stairs, her hand on the doorknob. “Where are you going?”
She didn’t know where she was going. She hadn’t planned on leaving not until he gave her a reason and he had tonight. Ignoring him, she headed towards the door.
“If you walk out that door, then we’re done. That’s it.”
“We were done the moment you got out of prison. I can’t do this anymore.” her voice broke ever so slightly.
“You can’t do this anymore?” he laughed except there wasn’t anything funny about it. “What about me, Michelle? I can’t do this anymore.”
~ And the air is thick with loss and indecision
I know my pain is such an imposition
Now, you're runnin' down the hallway
And you know what they all say
You don't know what you got until it's gone ~
“You’re killing yourself, Tony, don’t you get that? I can’t stand around and watch it happen.”
“I’ll stop, I promise. I’ll get help, whatever it takes.” She was fighting back tears. The mood swings were the worst part. One minute he was begging her to stay and the next, he was telling her to leave him alone. It was a constant war with both sides losing.
“Don’t promise me that. Don’t promise me when I know that you’ll end up breaking it.”
“I went to prison for you, Michelle. Fucking prison. I had to make a decision whether to save you or everyone else. And I chose you, I’d choose you a million times over and this is my thanks?” he scoffed. “I think I deserve a little bit of leniency.”
~ Stop, you're losin' me
Stop, you're losin' me
Stop, you're losin' me
I can't find a pulse
My heart won't start anymore
For you
'Cause you're losin' me ~
“You shouldn’t have.” she said quietly. She didn’t need the reminder of why his life was a living hell. She lived it.
“Shouldn’t have what?”
“You shouldn’t have saved me. I would rather be dead than to know that all of this,” she gestured between the two of them, “is my fault.”
“You get to live your perfect life at your perfect job so screw me for having a hard time wondering what could be so bad for you.”
“My perfect life? Perfect job? What makes my life so perfect, Tony? My husband won’t even look at me.”
“I’m looking at you right now, Michelle. You’re making everything about yourself. God forbid that you suffer because I went to prison. Not everything is about you.” That pierced her right through the heart. He continued, “what do you want me to do? Get on my knees and beg for forgiveness?”
“I want you to care. I want you to want to get better. You’re looking at me, but are you listening?”
“Dammit, what the hell do you want?” There were a few beats of silence. “Just go,” he said finally.
So she did without another word. Closing the garage door behind her, she leaned back against it, her tears now streaming freely. What she didn’t know is that he stood on the other side, his head against the door. Both of them in their own hell with no end in sight.
He heard her sobs through the wooden frame and as much as it tore him up that he was the cause of her pain, he knew she’d be better off without him.
~ How long could we be a sad song
Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?
I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy
And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier
Fighting in only your army
Frontlines, don't you ignore me I'm the best thing at this party ~
But all she wanted was him.
He debated on whether to open the door. Were they too far gone? Fuck, he murmured to himself. He had been an asshole, he wasn’t willing to lose her so he opened the door.
But she was already gone. Her perfume still lingered in the air, the only trace that she was ever there.
~ And I wouldn't marry me either
A pathological people pleaser
Who only wanted you to see her
And I'm fadin', thinkin'
"Do something, babe, say something"
"Lose something, babe, risk something"
"Choose something, babe, I got nothing
To believe
Unless you're choosin' me" ~
He lost her. She warned him, giving him so many signs and he didn’t see it until it was too late.
~ You're losin' me
Stop, you're losin' me
Stop, you're losin' me
I can't find a pulse
My heart won't start anymore ~
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