Author's notes: I should change the genre to angst o. O, thank you for reading this far :D

Beca

I had a dream where men and women were wearing scrub suits and facemasks looking at me. I was making Darth Vader noises because of some machine that was hooked up to my nose.

My mom laughed at that part as I recounted my dream.

"Beca go get ready to head to school. Your dad won't be able to drop you off today; he left early to a teacher meeting. Oh and Bambi, your nail polish is fading a bit, maybe later we can reapply them? "

"Nah, I kinda like having the color on till it fades or chips. Adds to my Beca-charm"

"Make them girls and boys swoon, Bambi."

"Will do, mom"

I left the table being carried off by little birds that helped me get dressed. This nagging feeling crept on me that something was amiss.

Leaving the house, I noticed a stairway pattern in the sky show up and quickly disappear. I felt the presence of someone staring hard at me, I turned to only to find Jesse.

"Jesus, Jesse you could've called my attention instead of gawking at me like a gorm."

"Beca can you hear me?"

"Jesse? Yea of course, you're kinda standing infront of me within hearing range."

"Beca, can you give me a sign that you can hear me, please?"

"Jesse, what is this an echo? Fine" I jumped up and clapped my hands "There happy?" I laughed humoring him.

"Beca, the doctor said that we should talk to you even if you're not awake you can still hear us. It keeps the mind active or something and it's more reactive to the sound of friends and umm loved ones."

"What doctor? Dude, Jesse I'm awake"

"They said you might never wake up, oh my God I hope you do. I wanted to tell you this while you were awake-"

I felt my feathers get ready for flight. I was hoping he wouldn't bring this up so soon.

"Beca, you were my movie. When I came to this town, I was just going to record shots and get snaps. That day in the diner, it was like a scene from a vintage film. I'm a wandering boy and you're this snarky girl from a small town, we could tell our story to our kids. I just…I know you push people away who get close to you. "

I felt chapped lips meet mine and the taste of salt drops.

"Jesse…you don't know me. You have this pre-conceived idea of love based on movies. Even if I did let you in, it wouldn't be as good as that illusion you have of me. I won't be able to meet up your expectations. You'll keep getting hurt thinking that you're helping me blindly, but you're not. I'm not what you need, Jesse. You're not what I need."

"Beca…" He continued like he didn't even hear my side "I'll wait for you."

The sudden howl of the wind and heavy rain came down, pelting us. I closed my eyes briefly and he disappeared. The colors of my town seemed so washed out. My converse was drenched and the weather became drearier.

Bad memories started to resurface. Mom and dad fighting when we found out dad had another family on the side. Dad storming out without looking back, but if I pretend hard enough I could still see him stand beside his car breathing deeply with his hands clenched, hesitating to leave us.

Mom, telling me that she had to leave and get herself back together, so we could be a family again. If she stayed I would have told her that I didn't blame her or think there was anything wrong with her to make dad stray. I was old enough to understand that things like that happen, we can all work it out if you would just stay.

Stop it, Beca. Taking deep breaths, I had to mentally slap myself. I will not go down that road again. I've got this ticket and I'm in it for long way round. I'm going to prove it to myself that I'm not that girl who was left behind. I'm going to reach people through my beats.

Don't. Give. In. Beca.

I was internalizing it, but someone else was enhancing it. The clouds were clearing up and someone else was talking to me. Their voice sounded like it was in a tunnel, that voice…I've heard it before…

"Don't give up, Beca"

It's the mermaid girl. No, I'm being delusional again, it's the flight attendant with the weird neck scarf that…my head started to hurt trying to recall what happened. A ping went through my mind and it focused on her voice.

She was singing …I couldn't relate it to anything. Not to birds, angels or the sun. The sound was hers.

I wanted to touch her, but I was afraid to…what if she stopped. She was keeping the weather at bay and the bad thoughts away.

How is she doing that? I remember her name now, it was Chloe.

To the reviews: I'm so sorry, I just found out how to use the moderate review app. I'm tad bit techno illiterate much to the chagrin of my friends despite being in my 20s -_-

It made me really happy to find out there are people out there asking questions.

Mainly if the end-game is with Chloe, Jesse, or Kommissar. - that depends on my friend because I made this for her. But I will incorporate moments for all three and do the best I can do without making it seem tactless.

Kommisar will be introduced after 2 chapters