Jack sat in her hotel room after the premiere, she knew she was supposed to go to the party, but she couldn't bring herself to leave the room. So she sat on her bed and rubbed at Riddick's ring that she always wore. Jack couldn't bear to ever take it off, not when it was her only link to her dark angel.
'God I miss him,' she thought, 'I miss them both so much.'
Look at me,
you may think you see,
who I really am,
but you'll never know me,
every day,
it's as if I play a part.
Now I see,
If I wear a mask,
I can fool the world,
But I cannot fool my heart.
There was a knock on her hotel door and her manager, Eddie, stuck his head in the door.
"You ok pet?" he asked.
Jack smiled, Eddie, he'd always been there for her after she beat up some guys at school who were making fun of him for being gay. Now he was her manager, and one of the best.
"Yea Eddie, I'm alright."
Eddie sighed, Jack had been like this a lot lately.
Who is this girl I see,
staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show,
Who I am inside?
He walked into the room and sat on her bed, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"C'mon Jackie, you know you can't lie to the likes of me," he said hoping to get her to smile again, "Tell Eddie what's wrong love, maybe I can fix it."
Jack shook her head, tears beginning to slide down her cheeks, "You can't fix this Eddie, not this time."
I am now,
in a world where I,
have to hide my heart,
and what I believe in.
But somehow,
I will show the world,
What's inside my heart,
And be loved for who I am.
Jack dissolved into tears as Eddie rocked her back and fourth, hugging her and rubbing her back.
"Shh now love. It's goin' ta be alright. You don't have to cry. Shh, c'mon now Jackie girl, stop the tears and talk to me."
"I just miss him so much Eddie. I can't keep pretending like he's just gone away for a little bit and coming back soon. Because he's not Eddie. Neither of them are."
Who is that girl I see,
staring straight, back at me?
Why is my reflection,
Someone I don't know?
Must I pretend that I'm,
Someone else, for all time?
When will my reflection show,
Who I am inside?
There's a heart that must be,
free to fly.
That burns, with a need to know,
the reason why.
Eddie stopped rocking her and took her shoulders. He looked her straight in the eye.
"Oh Jackie, is that what this is about? Imam and Riddick?"
"I know," Jack said, wiping her eyes, "I shouldn't be thinking of them. That Imam would be here if he could, and that Riddick is doing me a favor by not being here," she paused, fresh tears starting to flow, "But it's so damn hard not to think of them Eddie. I can't just wish them out of my life."
Why must we all conceal,
what we think, how we feel?
Must there be a secret me,
I'm forced to hide?
I won't pretend that I'm,
Someone else for all time.
When will my reflection show,
Who I am inside?
When will my reflection show,
Who I am inside?
("Reflection" by Christina Aguilera)
