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Summary: One superstar starts reliving his past, through visions and starts to realize he can change what he hasn't wanted to acknowledge in years. But will it give him what he truly wants and needs or will it end up in his own demise?

Series: Damaged Emoetry

Characters: Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Trish Stratus, Shannon Moore and more.

Authors Notes: This is a side venture for me, which is why I am using my secondary account for it. I hope to make it into a well drawn out series, so here is the first chapter and let me know what you think and if it is worth making into a full blown series as time goes on.

He sat in the room, letting the semi darkness surround him, the only light to be seen from a night light he had installed only a few short days before. He had been here before of course, numerous times. When he needed inspiration to write, when he knew the juices were there but the words just wouldn't seem to flow, he always went back here. To these books. To the books of his past, his journals.

He had been keeping them since he was a young boy, at the tender age of 6, when he finally perfected the tool of the pencil and used it to his advantage. Sure these days his choice of tool was aluminum and some would even say hair dye, but occasionally when he felt the need, he still reached for the pencil.

He opened the first book and immediately felt himself being transported to another time, a time when he was young and happy and his mother was still alive. One where while he and his older brother got into numerous amounts of trouble, he knew he was safe and that nothing would ever enter his world that wasn't surely supposed to be there.

He closed his eyes and let the darkness then overtake him, taking him back to that day in history, the day when they had both found out that their mother had cancer and the way that it had made him feel came flooding back, almost making him want to wake up and stop feeling the way he did.

"Boys, we need to you take a seat because your mother and I have to talk to you about something serious. Now I know you're going to want to move around Jeff, but please son, for me please sit still until your mother and I have finished what it is we have to say." his father announced in the stern voice both boys were very much accustomed too, having heard it everyday since they were able to walk and talk.

He hadn't listened then, and he immediately jumped up from the couch in excitement. "Are we going to go to the Farmers Market?" he asked, excited because the last time his mother and father had sat them all down like this, they had gone to the once yearly event. There was nothing he liked more then going to the Market with his parents and picking out items that no one would otherwise want.

"JEFF SIT DOWN NOW!" his father yelled, taking the young boy between both hands and looking him dead in the eye. What he had to say he knew his youngest boy would never grasp, and knowing Jeff and his incessant need to move around, Gil knew this was going to be harder to deal with if they didn't nip it in the butt now.

He immediately sat back down on the couch and threw his older brother a look of caution, as if warning him not to make a move either or he would get their daddy yelling again.

"Boys, we just came back from your mothers doctors appointment, and there is something that we need to discuss with you both because it affects everyone in this room."

"Well what is it Dad, you know we can handle it." Matt said, always being the stronger of the two brothers, the one that could keep everything levelheaded and calm. Jeff threw his brother a look, to let him know that he knew that he was kissing butt again, and then immediately looked back down at the floor. That was until his father continued.

"Your mother and I just found out that she has cancer son, and it is further along then they thought. So what that means is that from now I am going to need your help around this house and the land. And I don't want to hear any arguments stating otherwise. Are we clear?"

Jeff looked from his father to his young mother, the picture of beauty and perfection standing before him. Just what was this cancer thing and why hadn't they mentioned it before? What did his daddy mean when he said it was further along then they thought it had been? Was their mother in danger?

So many questions stirred in his mind, so many that he just wanted to shout out and get answers too but knew that if he did that out of turn, his daddy would have his hide. After already being yelled at, he didn't want that to happen again, or worse. So he sat in mock silence, almost praying Matt would ask what he wanted too.

"Is Mom going to be alright?" Matt asked, looking also to his mother now.

His father bent down to the elder Hardy, and Jeff moved in closer to try and figure out what Daddy was going to share with Matt.

"I'm not going to lie to you, it doesn't look good right now boys, your mother is really sick. But the best thing you can do for her, and for us as a family is stay strong, and also to help me out around the Hardy land. Can you both do that?

Both boys nodded and stood from the couch and hugged their Mama. If there ever was an angel on earth, the woman standing before them surely was, and they didn't understand what was happening to her, but they knew that if they didn't want to lose her, they would do what their father wanted.

Jeff stirred in the chair and came back to the present time, shaking slightly from what he had just remembered and what had taken place that fateful day.

His mother had ended up dying, and while he was too young then to grasp the hold that the cancer had on her at that time in her life, he knew that if he was given the chance, he would go back and change that day, the day that they told him and Matt about her condition. That was the day that his whole life changed forever.

He immediately picked up his pencil and started writing, words flowing faster then his hand could carry them, and he knew that when he was done, no matter what the cost, he would bring his mother back to them where she belonged, where she had belonged this entire time.

He finished his train of thought and looked at the last line of the document he had just poured his heart into. It stuck out to him like no other word or lyric he had ever seen.

"They say time heals everything, but I'm still waiting."