Remember Me - (A Jimmy Fallon Fanfiction)

The Past

Heather's POV:
I can't believe he's here in New York City! He made it to SNL (Saturday Night Live)! I can feel the tears brewing in my eyes. I miss him so much and just as I thought I was over him, I run into him at a random bar. I hate my powers! I can feel myself loosing control. Fuck! I catch a tree on fire outside my apartment. If it weren't for my powers my life would have been easier! . . . or would it? . . . Would my dad have died sooner? Would I have been put up for adoption? Would I have still hitched hike? Would I be picked up by the same psycho bitch? Would I have ever made it out of there? Would I have still met Dan? Would I have had the strength to put up with the daily beatings? Would I have met Jimmy? Would I know what love feels like? I started crying and the sky cried with me. The tree went out. There are so many questions I want to ask Jimmy. Did he get along okay? Did he keep up in school? What's it like to be on SNL? Did he ever find a girl to keep around? I'm sobbing now and I notice the rain is getting harder the harder I cry. What the hell? I force myself to stop crying and the rain stops but it's still cloudy, ready to rain at any minute. I start crying again and it rains more. Seriously?! Like I haven't fucked up enough? Now I'm fucking with everyone, it was suppose to be sunny all week! I shout and it thunders and lightning flashes.  I cry all night regretting my life. I concider ending all of it. I almost do but I want to know what my purpose is. I want to know why the fuck I have these powers. About two months pass and slowly the longing for him is going away. I also refuse to leave the house for the first month in order to avoid running into him. I finally leave and get another job because I wasn't allowed to leave when I was with Dan. I now work at another Diner. I go home and unlock my door. When I walk in something is diffent. I look around turning on all of the lights. In the kitchen I find Dan. He's standing there with a smirk on his face, "Hey baby girl. I missed you." I sternly say, "what the fuck are you doing here?"

Dan: Oh, I thought I'd come and check on you. Make sure you're coming home soon.

Me: You're a fucking moron. I'm not going anywhere with you ever again.

Dan: We'll see about that.

Me: I suggest you don't get any closer.

I point my finger at my knife holder on the counter next to him and pull one out. It rings a little and he looks at what I'm doing. "What the hell?," he says dumbfounded. "Do you still want to approach me?," I say with the knife to his throat and me leaning against the wall on the other side of the room. He looks scared shitless. I press it a little harder against his throat, "I suggest you leave and you never comer back." He backs away from the knife and exits. I still don't feel weakened. I continue on as if nothing happend. I whip me up Chinese food and eat it all. I then go to bed.

Walking past the Rockefeller center I read that tickets are on sale now inside. I figure it's a new season, why not. I'm sure he won't be there still. I'm sure he's moved on to bigger better things. How could he not. I go in and buy a ticket for the whole season. I hope this season has a good cast. A few weeks past and I go to my first in person Saturday Night Live. I sit down and start watching. I start laughing almost immediately. Such a great epsiode to start the season off. Three skits in and I have a side stitch from laughing so hard. I absentmindedly reach up and start playing with the key from Jimmy. Five skits in and weekend update comes on. Shit. He's here. I'm sitting kind of close to the front. He starts doing his skit. It goes over to Tina Fey. The light reflects off my key and shines across his face. Shit! Me and my stupid necklace. He looks at me, try to blend. I know that's not a possibility as I know from previous occasions. Well fuck. "Back to you, Jimmy," I heard Tina say. He didn't say anything. He just kept looking at me. She said it two more times before he actually said anything and when he did he kept stuttering and he never took his eyes off of me. Then at the end of the of the sketch his mouth dropped open. Then it went black.