Disclaimer: I do NOT own Glee or the song used in this chapter.
Now that we have established that I earn no money from either :( I hope you enjoy this chapter which Artie has a part in. 3
Mr. Schue still looked a bit hesitant about the whole situation. Moving to the auditorium I could hear a lot of the guys whispering in protest but Santana stood her ground. I guess the respect she had for me did not count fully when it came to something she was already "fighting" for.
I sighed and sat on the cushioned piano seat and debated on taking off the Empress and Studded Bracelet Sets from Betsy Johnson that served as accessories to today's outfit. Choosing to do so I set them next to the music stand and placed my fingers where they were necessary. The room was eerily quiet giving me permission to start.
Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.
You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.
Memories I had tried so hard to push into the very back of my mind slowly sprang forward tugging on the invisible threads that had held my heart together since meeting Jesse.
Set me free, leave me be.
I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.
Oh, you loved me 'cause I'm fragile when I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.
I had done everything in my power to avoid remembering but I secretly wanted to. I put myself here the same way I had put myself in the situation that was literally flooding my head with scenes I was sure would eventually disappear.
Set me free, leave me be.
I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.
Yes, Es, this is your fault. If you break down it's all on you. Just like last time.
I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you're everything I think I need here on the ground.
But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down.
You're keeping me down.
It'll always be your fault.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You're onto me, onto me, and all over…
Just me….
Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
"It's my fault…" I whispered when the song was finally over. This darkness and warmth that enveloped me presently…is this how I've always felt? It's almost as if I was drowning in nothing. That was it though; there was nothing except the tears that were now falling freely from my eyes.
As quietly as I could I wiped away my tears, grabbed my bracelets and ran backstage. I didn't know where I was going but as soon as I found a door I darted in and slumped down into a corner. They had obviously noticed my retreat; even if I had tried to hide my tears the stage lights made them all the more obvious. Rachel's performance was proof of that.
"What's the story behind the tears, Es?" I jumped at the sound of Artie's voice and again wiped away a stray but couldn't help keep the sob from ripping through my chest when I looked at his face and into his eyes. I had only known him for a couple of days, why did it hurt so much to see he cared?
Even if it was just the way he was, just his personality...it wasn't something I was used to. "Is it the same reason why you haven't shown me your real smile?" He lifted my chin with a gloved hand and made me really look at him.
Could I really tell him? This guy who made me feel small phantom presences of feelings I swore I would never feel again...I searched his eyes the same way he was searching mine. The answer was there. I couldn't just trust him. I could trust all of them.
McKinley High would be my home next year and the members of Glee would be my family. "I'll tell you." I whispered and he smiled pulling me into a hug that made me feel safe. When he let go I saw that everyone had gathered around the door frame with expressions of relief. "I'll tell all of you."
I wonder what made Es so...emotional? depressed? heartbroken? idk...I've been working on some ideas but they just don't feel right. If you have any ideas make use of the Review option, PLEASE!