The Voices Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers, it's characters, or places, they are owned by Saban.

In order to add a little more realism to this, I placed the story in Kimberly's POV and will continue this from now on.

"Total blackness.

There is nothing but black surrounding me...

I feel no pain...

No more voice, the evil had passed...

Where am I?

Slowly, my eyes painfully opened...

There is a blue sky... Not a single cloud...

A bird chirped though I could not see it...

For a moment, my eyes darted about without moving my head, trying to put everything together..."

"Am I in heaven?" finally able to speak, my voice ran hoarse through my throat. "Is this...gulp ... what heaven is?"

"You're not in heaven" a heavy voice rang out of sight. My heart froze. Was it an angel? It couldn't be. A black form slowly glided in from the left, it was hard to tell what is was, then it gradually focused to resembled a human, a man. My eyes transfixed on him. My breath quickened. His face, I could not compare his face with those I know, a stranger. Short buzzed cut hair, military style, slightly big jowls, hard brown eyes, all of this is entered into my mind like a computer. He kneeled next to me, a wrestle of grass could be heard. That is where I realized that I was laying down, not in the road, but on soft green grass beside that road.

"You all right?" he asked with great concern placing a hand on my sweaty forehead, brushing away strands of hair away from my eyes. I managed to lift up my head to look at my body, I held my breath of the inevitable, perhaps I was bleeding all over, cut in half, or missing something. A thick jacket lay across me, covering my top. Although it was rather humid outside, I could not feel anything. I could see my feet, they were still there, and my hands were lying at my sides, still there as well, all ten fingers.

"Y...ye...yes" I finally managed to say looking him, taking in every aspect of his body. This man was handsome, in my opinion. Though not tall, or muscular, he had a certain charm and confidence in his face that I had never seen before. Sporting a dark blue long sleeve shirt and jeans with clean white running shoes, he was just like he was plucked from a crowd of individuals.

"Good," he said, "then why in the world were you standing in the middle of the road?" questioning me as he helped sit me up completely. My head throbbed, light headed, dizzy. I ran my hands over my hair and across my face as I began to think of a reasonable answer. I could not feel my skin at all, my fingers were numb. I told him that, "You've gone through shock. Give it some time and the feeling will return" he calmly told me. Lightly, I removed the jacket to look at my belly, nothing, it was clean. Still I was not satisfied.

"Am I bleeding?" I asked him with a worried look in my face. Briefly, the man looked over my head, down my backend shook his head negatively. There were no bumps, sores, bruises, or blood, except above my upper lip when Trini hit me with that door and that has since dried up.

"What happened?" I asked, adverting his question purposely "How did I wind up here?"

The man lowered his head to stare at the ground, with a smile he raised it back up to look at me "Not wanting to self indulge myself, but I managed to push you out of the way just before that car hit you at nearly forty miles an hour. He did not top either," adding that as we both looked at the road leading away from the crime scene. The driver was already gone.

I stared, fixed at the spot of ground where just moments before, I stood screaming for someone to end my life, then at this stranger, then down the road, hoping to catch a glimpse of that man and his car. For a while, we both sat there, silent.

He glanced at me, looking me over. Slowly, the numbness in my body faded, there was feeling back in my legs and hands. Guess the shock wore off. With some help, I was able to move to an Indian style sitting position. The man allowed me to continue to cover my body with his jacket. Feeling uneasy with him so close, I suddenly twitched my head, catching him staring.

"What are you looking at?" I asked him in a rather harsh tone. You would to if you saw someone staring at your body.

"Nothing'" he said wide eyed, either scared or nervous to look at me.

Scoff. I turned my head away from him in disgust and shock. "Pervert" that word ran through my mind.

"I just never seen anyone so beautiful before" he snapped right out of the blue! Not cowering, muttering under his breath but said it with full honesty.

"Wha..."

Again he asked me again why was I out there. My mind began to flared up, teeth gritted together, eyes tightly closed, the pain again.

"How could he understand why I was out there?" I wondered to myself

"It's none of his business!" head twitched. The voice was coming back.

No!

"Shut up!"

A twinge of pain and it subsided.

Calmly, the man placed a hand on my shoulder "You all right?"

"Yes," I said, rubbing my right hand over my head to try and massage the pain away. We looked at each other, and I must say he looked rather cute with his concern. He never let up in looking into my eyes, though I could not look at him, I was embarrassed, defeated, disgraced. Instead I looked at his plush black jacket as he asked once more...why?

"You would not believe me" I said with a chuckle pulling on blades of grass with my fingers. It seemed oh so silly now.

"Try me" was his cold reply.

I jerked in his direction upon hearing this. Really? Has he heard this before? Sigh. Here we go. I drew a deep breath, sorted out all of the events in my head in order, then let it all out with that single breath.

"First my coach had me go onto the balance beam in gym for the Pan-Global tryouts...slipped, fell, became a laughing stock, insulted, got mad, stormed out, got hit by a door, began to bleed, then began hearing all of these voices. To make a long story short, I...I...I" just the thought of suicide made me stutter.

"Wanted to end the pain?" he filled in.

It was as though he read my mind. "Yes," I said nearly jumping up in excitement.

"Listen, you are not the first one who wanted to end their life" he said in a kind voice.

"Really?" I looked up at him with a nervous smile.

"No" shaking his head "I've nearly ended mine not long ago, though not in this matter."

By then he was sitting on the ground right beside me, shoulders nearly touching.

"How did you...(trying to say the right words)..um...you know" I wanted to know more but could not bare myself to ask such a touchy question.

"By slashing my wrists"

At first I didn't believe him. "No, you didn't" scoffing waving a hand between us.

Pausing a moment, he tugged on the sleeve of his left arm, exposing his wrist with numerous deep red scares crisscrossing all over.

"Now you believe me?" pulling recovering his arm.

"What did your voices say to you? I asked him to see if his were the same as mine.

"Voices?" the stranger replied with a raised eye brow.

I paused, he never said anything about voices. Oh no! Now he'll probably think I'm crazy! He'll will probably think that and leave me alone again! I don't want to be alone. "Yes,...didn't you hear voices in your head telling you things?" I said trying clarify even adding to it my twirling my right index finger around the side of my turned head in a "crazy" motion.

"You mean like 'You're a failure, no one loves you? Things like that?"

Again, he amazed me "Yes!" nearly springing to my feet...