CONFLICTED LOVE Chapter 2: Rooftops, a wrestling fanfic

Disclaimer: All WWE personalities belong to themselves and McMahon family. Nothing is set in particular time, so draft picks etc. don't follow storylines. The song Rooftops belongs to Melissa McClelland and the t.v. series Degrassi.

Rooftops

Crouched down on a rooftop
In my mother's high-heeled shoes
I'm wondering if I will drop
Fly away with you

I can smell the rain coming
But I won't leave until it falls
I'm gonna soak in its downpour
'Til I hear my mother's calls

Cause I am playing God
I am raising hell
As far as I can tell
I am all alone
Alone in this world
Alone, with you

I carry Spring rain in my hair
Weighted sorrow in perfect clouds
Bursting in the air
Wash away and drown

I am playing God
I am raising hell
As far as I can tell
I am all alone
Alone in this world
Alone, with you

The roof slips beneath my feet
As the branches back away from me
The softest grass turns to concrete
But I will fly
I will fly
You will see

Cause I am playing God
I am raising hell
As far as I can tell
I am all alone
Alone in this world
Alone

April 15, 2006 9:55 a.m.

Today is the day I bury one of my closest friends, Chris. Chris Jericho. He killed himself three days ago after a five month struggle with depression; after his girlfriend and mybest friend Trish Stratus left him high and dry for his best friend Edge. But I guess you'd be depressed too if your boyfriend or girlfriend dumped you on your birthday right after you caught them fucking your friend. I've finally excepted the fact that Chris did swallow those pills with a purpose and not an accident. For all intensive purposes I hope Trish and Adam don't show up, it'll start a riot between Benoit and them and I just wouldn't be able to bear it, I can only play strong for my friends for so long. Chris' funeral is an open roster thing, his mom liked the idea of both his Raw and Smackdown friends being there, Chris was a well respected man back stage an I know everyone will miss him.

April 15, 2006 11:00 p.m.

Everyone gathered here to my house in Queens, NewYork. I can't believe that they showed up, they actually had the audacity to come, but what really surprised me was that Benoit wasn't the one who nearly started a riot, it was John Cena and Victoria who did. Despite the feud between john and Chris they were really close, and Vicky and Chris were best friends. Vince literally had to have several of the guys keep them away from eachother. So one near disaster was avoided,but Matt was being an asshole today. I had to bury a good friend today and all he could think about was me sucking his dick, how fucking sick is that. So tonight I am alone in my room so now I can cry without anyone knowing that I'm falling apart inside. Guilt has racked my body for the past three days because not less than 3 hours before Chris killed himself we got into a fight about my relationship with Matt. He said something's that were uncalled for and I did the same saying "Obviously you weren't that good in bed for Trish to leave you for Adam, or maybe Junior is just that, junior." After that Chris left, he didn't even retaliate, I should have knew then that something was wrong, I tried to call him to apologize but he didn't answer his phone. I never got the chance to apologize.
Chris was hurt, hurt badly, he was left an emotional wreck and he saw one solution, playing God, but when you play God, it's permanent because there is always someone who suffers, someone/people who get left behind. Why Chris ? Why? Why did you have to play God, didn't you know you're friends would have helped you ?