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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: The response to this latest venture for me was astounding, and I thank each and every one of you for giving it a chance. I only hope I can keep the spirit of this next chapter the same as the first. I live to hear the word "wow." The story will get deeper but for the first few chapters they will be much like the first in the sense that they will center around moments from Jeff's past, some real and some fictional, to make for a better read. So bear with that part of it and the juicier stuff will come soon enough.

He remembered her smile and the way her blond hair lit up the sky in the middle of a hot summer day. He wrapped his mind around the image of her walking with him, hand in hand as he showed her the Hardy family land. How she has seemed at peace. It was there that she had admitted her home life and how truly horrible it was for her.

He had wanted nothing more then to rescue her then, this angel before him that as clear as day reminded him of his mother and all of the beauty she had bestowed on the world. Her words as she spoke them had cut him like a knife, and the more he listened, the more he wished he could pull out the knife and put it where it truly belonged, in the hands of the father.

He picked up the journal then, found the date of the day they had first taken that walk, the one that had shaped their lives forever, and he started to read. With each passing word he found himself envisioning the Hardy land again, as it had had been then, all serene and green and kept together by all of their strong hands.

He saw her smile, and instantly he knew that where he was now, he didn't want to come back from. He wanted to live in this memory forever.

"You're going to make me chase you aren't you Jeffrey Nero Hardy?' she yelled as he took off across the grass, as fast as his preteen feet could carry him. He was here with his best friend, one of the new girls to Cameron. As he ran across the grass, he kept slowing down to allow her to sort of catch him but not enough to actually be side by side with him.

She was laughing and as he ran, he bathed himself in the sound of it. She had been the only girl this side of the Mason Dixie line that had gotten him, the way he was and the way he was sure to remain. He was crazy, always daring himself to do things normal people wouldn't do, to take risks others would be afraid to do.

The difference about her was that she loved him for it and he knew it even though she had never come right out and told him herself. He could sense it off her, and while he had told her this on numerous occasions he would never tell another soul. They just wouldn't get that he was empathetic and unlike anyone else in the world.

"I've got you now Jeff Hardy" she screamed as she tackled him from behind, bringing him out of his thoughts for her and making him realize suddenly that she had indeed caught him right where she wanted him.

They fell to the ground in a fit of giggles and Jeff immediately tickled her to get her off of him and take the upper hand. Once he had her in stitches and fighting with all her might to get away from what he had deemed the tickle monster, he looked her in the eye. What he saw there wasn't the smile he had witnessed when she had tackled him only seconds before, but a look of absolute fear. He realized instantly she was fighting to get away from him in the worst way and he immediately backed away, afraid to even look at her again.

"I'm so sorry Jeff, I shouldn't have done that, not with you of all people." she cried, Jeff noticing the tears that were falling as she choked out her words. He immediately went back to her and wrapped his arms around her. She was his best friend and as so, he had never seen her act like this. He wanted to know what had made her feel this afraid, and of him no less.

"It's okay, but do you want to tell me what I did wrong?" he asked quietly, not trusting his voice to even talk at that very moment. The only other time he had felt this awkward was the day he watched his mother die, and that had been almost ten years ago.

"I can't, you would hate me for sure if I told you."

He brushed his fingers through her hair, still holding onto her for dear life, almost silently pleading with her to trust him now, like she had trusted him so many times before with her most intimate thoughts.

"Daddy, he used to do the same thing but he didn't do it in a good way Jeff. I'm sorry, I know you weren't going to hurt me that way but I was scared."

She immediately pulled away from and brushing her legs off picking leaves and dirt of her jeans she rose to her feet. He knew that she was planning on making a break for it now that she had admitted what was going on and he knew damn well then that he wasn't going to let her.

"Don't run Trish please, tell me what you mean. What did your Daddy do to hurt you?"

She wouldn't look him in the eye and he still shook with worry that she was going to bolt from him then and he might never get the chance to find out how messed up she really was. She needed him and he knew it, he just had to make her know it too.

"He touched me Jeff. Not in the fatherly way. Thats why I can't have anyone touch me the way you just did, it just hurts to much. It's okay if you hate me now, or you think I'm dirty, because I know thats what I am."

Jeff immediately pulled her head up to look him directly in the eyes. What had started out as a fun day between friends had certainly turned into something drastically serious and as uncomfortable as he was listening to what she had just admitted, he knew that there was no other place he needed to be.

"You aren't dirty! And I could never hate you Trishie, because I love you too much to do that."

He hadn't known then that she would move away shortly after that day on his land. He also hadn't known that she would leave him behind and never even try to contact him. But he was certain of one thing then just as he was now, almost 20 years later, he had meant every word he had said to Trish that day and he would have done anything to take away the pain on her face and the pain she had been dealing with every day since.

She had entered his life again, like an explosion of catastrophe when he entered the WWE and became a wrestler with his brother, and they had been as close as two people could be since they had reconnected again.

He knew she still felt the pain from that day as real and true as it had been when they were 13 years old and they just wanted to be together and enjoy being kids. They never spoke of it anymore, but Jeff knew that if he could go back he would change that day in history for her, and make sure that her father never got the chance to hurt her again, not the way he had all of these years.

He closed the journal and as he did he noticed the blood drop on the desk. When he had been taking his walk down memory lane, he had gotten a bloody nose and the remnants of it marked the desk now.

Just what was happening to him? Why was we remembering all of these events from his life now, when all he wanted to do was go back and change them all?

He grabbed the pencil again and in the darkness of the room, the room he had been in straight for three days without one lick of sleep or a break other then the restroom, he knew he had to write another ending for Trish and him, one that would make them both happier then they had ever been. And he knew just what he had to do.

"Maybe I'll turn it all around, because its not too late, it can never really be too late."