Okay guys I'm just blown away by all the positives answers I got from you !
You certainly rocked my world, and I was so scared at first with the direction I was taking but you made me more confident and stronger...so thank you very much :)
So here it is my chapter 2, hope you will like it and don't hesitate to tell me on a review or PM. I'm open minded, so any suggestion or even question and I'll try my best to answer.
disclaimer : I own nothing, Glee for me stopped at Season 3 :) just sayin'...
Chapter 2 : Are you real?
Mercedes looks around her, this place is familiar but she doesn't feel comfortable. White walls. White ceiling. White door. Everything is so white, so clean, so perfect...everything she isn't.
Before her sat Dr Cortland, her psychiatrist and councilor. It's not that she dislikes the man and her counseling sessions with him. She just found they brought to the surface all the issues she had in her life and that she isn't ready to confront.
"I. am. not. Crazy!" said Mercedes in a loud voice, each word very clear "Why do you think such a thing? Just because sometimes I don't remember where I am or because I feel connected with nature and the sun, make me crazy... Well... come to think of it, maybe I am, a little. But who's not today? Why do you always have to put labels on things or relationships or people? I'm me, Mercedes Jones, and that is already enough.
I was someone else before. I was a diva, a closeted diva, and I found my release in my voice. I could let so many emotions drip from me to fill the void in my heart. Now, I'm just empty. I still have my voice, but I don't know how it works anymore.
The only positive thing in my life now is music. Any type of music is good to me. I feel the beat and I feel the melody through my body like little butterflies flying inside me." She closed her eyes briefly, as if she was reliving a moment, putting her hand on her heart.
"I know where I am and I know why I'm here... The only thing I don't know is for how long. Because, I'm not going to get better. Don't get me wrong, I want to heal and get the hell out of this hospital, but I can't. It's impossible," she said quietly with finality to her words.
"What happened, Mercedes? What happened that day? You need to tell me," said the psychiatrist.
"Nothing happened. I don't know what you want me to tell you. I'm fine and everything is fine. Can I go to the park now, please?" said Mercedes, her eyes full of hope.
"Why are you asking me when you already sneak off outside by yourself?" replied Dr Cortland.
Mercedes bowed her head before laughing and shaking her long dark hair. "I wanted to go outside because I was feeling crazy, being trapped between those four walls... I was feeling crazy! I wanted to go outside, without Antony and Wesley stalking me. I want to be able to enjoy my school days without being looked at, as if I was going to break any moment. I want to feel normal!"
"So tell me what happened, Mercedes. Open up to me and I will see what I can do" said Dr Cortland, more calmly.
Mercedes paused for a long moment. She got up and walked to the window to look outside."Is the sun always this bright, doctor?" Mercedes asked in a little voice.
The doctor sighed. He knew where this conversation was going. It was always the same thing, and the same way their counseling sessions ended. He sighed defeatist.
"Always," he said, beginning the routine.
"Did his light always shine this bright?" she followed.
"Always and brighter."
"Then all is going to be perfect as long as the sun shines," she said, looking him with a smile, as if everything would be perfect, just because of this one sentence.
"Alright, Mercedes. We're done for now. I'll see you tomorrow, same time before school," said the doctor, writing something in his notebook.
Sam's POV
The first day of school is like the first day of everything new. We're all on the same level, no statuses, no nicknames. We're a blank page, ready to start a new chapter of our lives.
I wasn't ready at all to start this new life. I missed my family like crazy and, although my uncle was great and supportive, I was feeling homesick and alone. Furthermore, I couldn't seem to erase the meeting with that girl…Mercedes, from my mind.
She was crazy, for sure. I mean, what does psychiatric help mean other than crazy, right? Well, I wasn't so sure. On second thoughts, I remembered hearing about a member of my family who had had severe depression in the seventies and had ended up in a psychiatric hospital. But we never really heard about him again after that.
I didn't want to forget her. She was in my head, like a melody you hear and never can get rid of. It's like she was forever etched in my memory and in my heart. I wasn't even sure if I'd see her ever again, and even though my mind was constantly trying different strategies to forget her and move on... my heart just wouldn't let me. It was holding me back and messing with my sleep. Really, I was fucked up by a crazy, totally insane... beautiful girl.
I pulled up in the McKinley High parking lot and shut off my engine. With a deep breath, I was finally ready to start this journey. I had already decided to blend in the crowd. I didn't want to be the center of attention. I didn't consider myself the smartest guy or the funniest or best looking, so just to just fit in was enough for me.
I walked in Principal Figgins's office, a little nervous.
"Please, Mr Evans, take a seat," he said to me with a smile. This man with his strong accent was making me feel at ease almost instantly, even if his demeanor was strange."How are you feeling, Mr Evans?" he carried on.
"I already felt better. But, I think it's because it's my first day," I replied, exhaling a breath.
"Well, to help you in your integration into this school, I found someone who will show you everything you need to know. That way, you'll feel less lost," said Figgins.
At that moment, a guy who was as tall as the Empire State Building walked into the office and offered me a big, warm, but awkward, smile. Were all the people at this school awkward?
"Hi, I'm Finn. I'll be your guide to help you make it through this school," he smiled some more. I smiled tightly, looking a little bit uncomfortable. But I wasn't going to be rude to this guy, he seemed genuine.
As soon as we were outside of the office this Finn guy tried to make little conversation.
"So where do you come from, Sam?" asked Finn.
"I'm from Kentucky but I've lived here, in Ohio, since I was six. I was going in an all-boys academy. But, it was getting a little boring so..." I trailed off with a crooked smile.
Finn seemed to perk up and replied, "Yeah, not so many girls." He laughed and I smiled a little.
"It's not just that... I needed a change of scenery and atmosphere," I replied, without saying much. He nodded, not pressuring me with other questions.
We were walking along the hallway and I was listening to Finn with just one ear, talking about how I should join the football team or another club I might enjoy. That it wasn't a duty or obligation, but if I wanted a better shot at getting into college, I had to do something. I nodded distractedly.
When we finally arrived in front of a door, Finn opened it and I saw some people talking. I saw a girl sitting at a piano and another who was singing.
"What's in there?" I asked curiously.
"Oh yeah, I didn't tell you about it because you're still new and I wasn't sure you would be interested... That's the choir room, where Glee Club happens, and I'm the captain." He was rambling on and on, but I wasn't listening anymore. I walked through the door, attracted to the melody. It seemed like an old country song to me.
As I smiled, my eyes scanned the room slowly, and it was at that moment I saw her. My heart stopped for like, a minute. My eyes must've been deceiving me. It wasn't possible.
She couldn't be here, sitting so quietly with a faraway look, as if, just the day before she wasn't dragged away, looking like a crazy person.
My head turned swiftly toward Finn and I stopped him with a hand on his forearm. "That girl sitting alone, do you know her?" I asked in a whisper.
Finn looked at me as if I had grown a second head. "Of course I know her. I'm the captain of this club, remember? It's Mercedes," he said with a sad smile.
"Why are you asking?" He frowned at me.
"No reason, I thought I knew her..." I trailed off, lying.
"Well, it's okay. But, it's best if you don't talk to her too much... She's a little fragile," he said awkwardly.
"Why?" I asked, holding my breath, as if bracing myself for the worst.
"I…Can't really say much, it's not my place. But... Something happened to her…"
I really hope y'all enjoyed it. As always thanks for reading, and I'd love to hear your thoughts!