:: Hope ::
K.L.
Song: I'm In Here by Sia
A/N: Sorry I just had to write something after catching a clip from S3. Back to the cray that is reality.
"I'm in here, can anybody see me?" Slender pale digits whisked across the keys, the voice of a broken soul haunting the vast open space, "Can anybody help?"
The lone figure within muted orange walls sat slumped before the keys, "I'm in here, a prisoner of history," Tussled pink locks erased all features of her face; a detachment from the world about her, "Can anybody help?"
Droplets speckled hands and keys, "Can't you hear my call?" Silent sobs raking the frail form. Each chord - each word - cutting deeper, exposing the reality that lie beneath fortified barricades.
From behind its crimson mask emerged hazel orbs. Skyward they crept, glazed and without true focus, "Are you coming to get me now?" As the lids about them slid shut streaks of silver marred the expanses of exposed skin, "I've been waiting for you to come rescue me." Exhaling a shaky breathe the voice sought to remove it quiver. Yet as the next words fell it was to no avail, "I need you to hold all of the sadness I cannot live with inside of me."
"I-I" The words slurred across her lips. It was as though her very being sought to deny her this meagre release. Fists clenched over the keys for but an instant before they forged on.
"I'm crying out, I'm breaking down…" It was too much. The emotions too strong, "I am fearing it all, stuck inside these walls."
As she whisked through the last bars the pink haired youth couldn't help but reflect on all that had transpired: the memories of a happy childhood; the abandonment of a family; the loss of a child. Each and every memory that rose to the surface felt like an additional fissure to the already shattered remains.
A wave of pain rippled through her being as the next words slipped forth, "Tell me there is hope for me. I need you to hold all of the sadness I cannot live with inside of me."
Once again slumped forward - hands stilled - the last few words were a whisper intermingled sobs, "I'm in here, can anybody see me? Can anybody help?"
The eerie silence that followed felt like a reflection of that which remained within; a vast expanse void of sound, void of life.
The pianist went ridge as warm arms slipped about her waste, clinging to her as though she were their last lifeline, and an equally warm body pressed to her back.
"Oh Quinn," Whispered words to shatter the void.
And while she should have taken great offense to the intrusion, for once she – Quinn – welcomed it, sinking into the warmth with great ease. A perfect fit.
Tears slipped through her weakened defences as the words continued to press on, "I'm here. I've got you."
Simple words with simple meaning and yet to Quinn they meant the world.
Gripping tightly to the arms about her midsection Quinn felt the tickle of an emotion she almost couldn't remember ever feeling: hope.
