Disclaimer: You guessed it. I still don't own it. Or the lyrics, either, those belong to Jonathan Larson, too, but, they're from tick,tick...BOOM! (or Superbia, whichever way you want to look at it), but, a few liberties were taken.
Authoress Note: Don't flame, and don't hate us for this. Sorry it's so short, but two chapters are going up tonight. Please Read and Review both.
Chapter Four: Come To Your Senses
You're on the air,
I'm on the ground.
Signal's fading,
Can't be found.
I finally open up,
For you I would do anything,
But you've turned off the volume,
Just when I've begun to sing.
Come to your senses,
Defenses are not the way to go,
And you know,
Or at least you knew.
Everything's strange,
You've changed and I don't know what to do,
To get through,
I don't know what to do.
I have to laugh,
We sure put on a show.
Love is passe in this day and age.
How can we expect it to grow?
You as the knight,
Me as the queen.
All I've got tonight is a flat line on a screen.
Come to your senses,
The fences inside are not for real
If we feel as we did and I do.
Can't you recall when this all began?
It was only you and me,
It was only me and you.
But now the air is filled with confusion.
We've replaced hope with illusion.
It's cool to be cold,
Nothing lasts anymore.
Love becomes disposable.
This is the shape of things we cannot ignore.
Come to your senses,
Suspense is fine,
If you're just an empty image emanating out of a screen.
Baby, be real,
Can you feel again?
You don't need a music box melody to know what I mean.
Deep in my eyes,
What do you see?
Deep in my sighs,
Listen to me,
Let the music commence from inside,
Not only one sense, but use all five.
Come to Your Senses,
Come to Your Senses,
Come to Your Senses,
Baby, Come Back Alive!
Alexia tried to scream, to shout for help, but she found her clear voice, that had so fluently sung arias in her dream, now totally escaped her. The everlasting wail from Mark's heart monitor sounded in her ear.
The nurse button!
Alexia fumbled for the little button with the red cross on it, still trying to scream. "HELP!" she finally shouted, and soon heard quite a few different sets of footfalls racing down the hall. "HELP!"
The surgeon who had operated on Mark initially burst into the room first, shouting an obscenity as he saw the glaring monitor. Alexia had gotten her voice back, and was now screaming for dear life. "WHAT'S HAPPENING?" She cried, even though she knew what was happening. Mark was dying. "WHAT'S HAPPENING!" she screamed again, then "MARK!"
The surgeon took a deep breath, "Somebody get her out of here." he sighed, and Alexia wanted to punch him for his calmness. "Somebody PLEASE get her OUT OF HERE!"
A page went out over the hospital P.A. System: "Code Red, Cardiac Arrest, room 508, ICU".
A very petite, but obviously very strong nurse approached Alexia. "Ms, you're going to have to-"
Alexia shrieked as the defibrillator was wheeled in, Mark still unresponsive, and the same nurse was slowly moving Alexia toward the door. The Surgeon rubbed the paddles together with a shout of "CLEAR!".
The last thing Alexia saw before the nurse pushed her quite forcefully out the door was Mark's body arching upward ever so slightly, and the monitor continuing to flat line, the loud beep prevailing.
Alexia nearly fell down backward, but Roger broke her almost-fall. "Alexia!" he screamed, "WHAT HAPPENED?"
As Alexia turned around to face the musician, she felt the anger rise in her, and her cheeks heat up with fury. Before she knew what she was doing, she had him by the lapels of his jacket, and was slamming Roger against the nearby wall, blind fury and rage taking over. "YOU BASTARD!" she shouted, "YOU SHOT MARK! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" she slammed him again, harder.
Roger was confused at Alexia's sudden outburst. It took him a minute to realize what was going on. Then his fury rose, matching hers. He pushed away from her. "HOW DO I KNOW THAT YOU DIDN'T SHOOT HIM?" he tried to push her backward, but she didn't move. "YOU CERTAINLY COULD HAVE! AND NOW, YOU'RE PUTTING THE BLAME ON ME TO GET IT OFF YOURSELF!"
Alexia then slapped Roger as hard as she could across the face, and the sound resounded through the almost empty hallway like a shot.
Alexia's POV
As Roger nursed his cheek where I'd slapped him, Mark's surgeon stepped out of Mark's room, a grave, defeated expression crossing his face, and the silence that followed was smothering. I felt like I was choking. The expression on the Surgeon's face shouted everything I needed to know. My breathing quickened, this couldn't be happening. It couldn't be true. "No!" I shout as I feel my heart shattering. My vision grays as strong, protective arms catch me as I fall, but I don't care. It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore...Mark's dead.
I just came to say goodbye love,
Goodbye...
Authoress Note: Before you flame, please read the next chapter IN IT'S ENTIRETY.
-VivaLaVieBohemeA