Those dreams… they're coming back to me again. Where I look into the mirror, and I see the reflection of my appearance revert demonically into who I really am. Shatter in my roar. Then I'm a child, being held close by arms, the arms of a woman whose picture I've only seen in photo albums. The woman who died, who carried me… And I could see her with my own two eyes, and hear the voice with my own two ears, and feel our hearts beat in the warm embrace… only before I awake to find that it's not real. The one, the person, the woman ….mother… who died – and it was all because of me, it was all, my, fault…
Dearest journal,
For the many years of my life, I've kept a running log within you. It was a place for me to run and hide, to confide in all my secrets and all of my fears. From my childhood, to Jessica, to wrestling, you held it all knowingly. But this entry shall mark the end of this chronicle. For you were the keeper of all I thought and imagined could be in my life, through the good and even the bad, for all my hopes and dreams… but now, I have none.
And so with that, Chris Jericho closed the book and turned out the light as he put the diary away into a desk drawer. He went to the door and closed it, locking the dark room inside, leaving it all behind him, never to be seen again…
…Or, so he thought.
As Chris walked down the hall, walking away as if to leave it all. He was leaving, leaving it all behind him, his past, his identity, and who, what, he really was. Walking down to the end where a light shone at the exit, and maybe there, he could find it, find tranquility and happiness in life, perfection, or even, a brand new life itself. He clenched the key tightly in his hand, a key that closed one door locked, but may open another, somewhere on down the line…
A/N: I have been wanting to write this for days now, I've had visions of the whole story pop in my mind so much at work it's sometimes hard to concentrate, ha. In the shower, when I'm driving, I just HAD to finally get it down on paper, or a computer. I know I'm working on another big story too, and updates for both will be conflicted by my serious lack of time and computer access, but I just couldn't take it anymore, this story is going to be so good I can feel it, I just finally had to start it and unleash the beat from inside… which is something that this story deals greatly with, with our main character, of course none other than Chris Jericho.