This was a short scene that was my last assignment for my creative writing class. Its short but I figured I'd put it up. WWE owns Chris Jericho and Skillet owns the title (their song "Lucy" inspired this fic) so tell me what you think!
The curtain opens to reveal a graveyard, with one sole statue. A man, Chris, with a letter is seen standing before the tomb. He looks distraught and confused. He looks at the letter before reading the tombstone.
Chris- Lucy Brooks, Feb. 25th 1977 to April 2nd, 2010. Beloved sister, friend, daughter, mother and…wife. (Chris had difficulty with the last word. He sighed.)
Chris- Luce…oh god…where do I begin? (Chris sounds frustrated and confused.)
Chris- Ok, lets start with an apology. I'm sorry I was dumb, I'm sorry I chose my dream over you, I'm sorry I didn't realize how much I loved you, I'm sorry I sat there and let you marry him, I'm sorry I didn't stop you, I'm sorry I didn't stop him, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner… (Chris is met with stale air and an eerie silence.)
Chris- But wait, (Chris tone suddenly changes.) I'm not the only one who should be apologizing… (Chris begins to sound angry, betrayed.)
Chris- You let me believe that little Davey was Danny's son! But as you so conveniently stated in this letter… (Chris shakes the paper at the statue.)
Chris- That he's my son! Davey is my little boy! (Chris runs his hands through his hair. The only sound to be heard was the paper crinkling in his fist from his tight grip. He began to walk away before turning back to the stone.)
Chris- By the way Lucy, I love how you said it too…like it wasn't a big deal! 'I'm sorry Chris…' (Chris began to read the letter in a tone that mimicked Lucy's.)'I know this is not the best way to tell you but Davey is your son. I'm sorry I didn't tell you.' How could you be so heartless? (Chris yelled into the silence. Chris sighed, sounding defeated.)
Chris- Who am I kidding? You only did what you thought was best, best for me. You didn't want to ruin my life, that having a kid wouldn't make me look like a badass rock star. But I would have loved to have a son with you…granted it wouldn't have made Danny very happy." Chris chuckled.
Chris- He never liked me…I bet he hates me now.
(2 men enter the scene one with an envelope and the other with a small boy in his arms. The boy has blonde hair with blue eyes; his facial features matched Chris'.)
Man 1- Excuse me are you Mr. Christopher Irvine?
Chris- (in an annoyed tone) Yeah, can I help you with something?
Man 1- Mr. Irvine, the test results are in, David Aaron Smith is your biological son.
(Man 2 walks over to Chris placing the small boy in front of him.)
Chris- But this boy knows me as his Uncle. Isn't telling him I'm his father going to confuse him?
Man 1- (in a flat tone) Mr. Irvine that is your problem not ours. Here are the documents (hands Chris the papers) From this moment on, (points to boy) that boy is David Aaron Irvine. Good luck. (Chris looks down and the papers then to the boy. Both men leave.)
Chris- Did you hear that Lucy? David Aaron Irvine, my…our son. (The small boy looks up at Chris before walking over to the stone. David looks around three years old Chris bends down to his level.)
Chris- Are you saying hi to Mommy? (Davey looks up and nods at Chris. He puts his hand on the engraved name)
Chris- (sighs) Well Davey, there is no easy way to say this, but I'm your Daddy.
Davey- (looks back and Chris, says quietly) Ok. (Goes back to running his small fingers over the letters)
Chris- Well Luce, that was easier than I thought. (Chuckles, Chris goes back to studying the child intently. He looks up at the sky and realizes its getting late)
Chris- Ok buddy, say bye bye to Mommy.
Davey- Bye Bye Mommy, love you. (Chris picks up the small child and begins to walk off towards stage left.)
Chris- So I know you like trucks…wanna see the one that daddy drives…(Chris' voice trails off as the stage lights fade out)