Title: Angels Watching
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*.But I do own a certain angel. Song belongs to someone else. Poem belongs to Jeff Hardy. And the address to the stories is at the bottom of this email. And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know yet *L*.
Summary: It's a story that has been on my mind for weeks now...and I finally wrote it out. I feel much better now.
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee! I have been suffocating lately....so please, send in the feedback.
Email: [email protected]
I watch him cautiously as he pads through his father's house. Having been just woken from a dream, he was in only a pair of boxers, his bare feeling making deep imprints on the carpet.
He stood wearily at the porch door, looking out into the cool night sky. I quietly walked up behind him, my own bare feet not even making the slightest indention on the carpet.
He turned quickly and a momentary flash of fear covered me, afraid he's seen her. But he hadn't. Or at least I thought he hadn't.
He had turned back to look out into the darkness again. I longed to reach out and touch him, bring him comfort from his mental and emtionaly anguish. But I knew it was fruitless to even try, he couldn't feel me.
He couldn't see me and he couldn't hear me. I sometimes wondered why I was even there. I wasn't an angel...but I wasn't just a meandering soul either. I had a purpose. A reason for being here.
I had committed suicide 3 months ago. Before I had closed my eyes for the last time, I had prayed for God to forgive my broken and battered soul. And he had, but before I was allowed to truly rest, I had to help someone else from making the same mistake that I had made. And that is what had led me here, to where I stood watching Jeff Hardy.
I knew that he did sometimes feel my presence with him. And often I felt afraid that he might confuse my comforting soul for the one of his loving mother's.
His mother was always with him, but she watched him from a greater distance, afraid that he presence would make him feel more pain. So she watched, and loved, from afar. But I know that Jeff constantly feels his mother's love.
Jeff moved from the doorway and out into the yard. I could see the dew on the grass as I followed him, but I didn't feel it on my feet.
Jeff stared up into the night sky and I actually shivered as I felt Jeff's soul connecting with his mother's.
***
There's holes in the floor of heaven
And her tears are pouring down
That's how I know she's watching
Wishing she could be here now
An' sometimes when I'm lonely
I remember she can see
There's holes in the floor of heaven
And she's watching over you and me
***
Jeff laid on his back in the grass. The clouds looked like gray puffs effortlessly moving through the blue-black sky. Jeff's eyes closed adn I could almost see his soul taking flight.
Finally, something clicked within myself. Jeff had so many talents that he often felt frustrated when he couldn't use them all the time. Now I knew why.
Jeff was allowing his mother to express her talents through him. Feeling that she would live through him. And when he couldn't use them he felt like he was disappointing her, but he wasn't. She was so proud of him. Of everything he did...of every match he wrestled, every song he sang, every note he strummed on his guitar, every poem he wrote. Everything he did, she watched.
Suddenly a poem he had written ahilw back rose up and rested on my lips
***
Through me, I feel my mother
Expresses things she never got to
In me...my mother is still alive
She is with me in every match I wrestle,
Everyday I live, every breath I breathe
I owe my mother my life, her soul has it.
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