Breaking Free
Disclaimer : I still don't own Glee.
1994 - Rachel
''Remember me and smile, for it's better to forget than remember me and cry''
Shelby POV
Can a person ever feel helpless?
Or better said, is it possible for me to feel this helpless and wonder how to grow strong again. I wasn't one to lose or give up the fight, I'm tough, I always was and that isn't going to change now. I tell my self that it all will be alright that I'm strong. I always was strong. I didn't turn my back when they laughed at me, mocked me, tormented me, day by day. A matter of fact it actually made me stronger. It's what made me a star, what made me reach the top. And I would never ever let somebody who I care about get hurt. And that's what I'm supposed to do save the person who I love, right now.
But I can't.
Strange, isn't it? Never, ever have I said 'I can't' or 'I won't' they're like forbidden words - it even taste bad in my mouth. I have to stand up and save her, we could run away and be a happy family never normal, but happy. It will be mere seconds before ''they came'' I just had to be strong for her.
I straightened up my back using my hands to lean on them. A sting of pain hit my body wich made me collapse it's like somebody hit me on my head, but that would be pretty sick. Just think about it, I just gave birth to a baby. So really, it would be pretty sick if somebody would hit me.
I turned my head towards my baby.
My baby.
She's mine, and I didn't even get the chance to hold her. Or name her.
How will I name her?
She's so pretty, so sweet.
Her eye's reach up connecting with my. Her big brown do eyes filled with innocence. Why can't they let me have her. Hold her for a moment it's not like she crying.
But wait, is that even normal?
Shouldn't baby's cry?
Our peace was brutally disturbed by the heavy door. Three people strode in wearing black clothes. It reminds me of the movie ''men in black'' . Their glasses covering the darkness of their eyes and their presents giving me chills over my body.
''Where's the child,'' one of the guys says. He walks up to the commode (of my still unnamed child) putting a finger on her head. ''She's burning.'' His lips curl up into a smile, it's not the kind of smile you would want to wake up with. It's a smile that haunts you in one of you're darkest nightmares.
''Check her energy, Luke.'' The same guy says.
His hands reach down taking my baby in his hands. He puts his right hand underneath her neck and his left hand is resting at her back. The guy, that must be Luke, pulls out a strange machine. It looks like a mobile phone only this thing has three wires sticking out of it. While Luke moves it's way towards my baby I see the wires moving. With every step he closes the space between him and my baby - the wires start moving faster and faster. He finally reaches my baby and the wires start moving uncontrollable. The electronic machine leaves his hands and quietly rises up. Within a second it collapses down reaching for my child. The three wires each take a part of her body. One wire invades it's way in her ear, the other in her mouth and the last wire rests on her stomach.
A red burning light illuminates the darkness of the room changing the colors of the walls. The ones white walls turn to pink, and the ones pink baby turns into the brightest color red. She starts screaming, louder and louder making my ears bleed. My heart feels like a tic stone falling out of it's safety cabinet. The thunder that still locks in the sky is nothing compared to the light that my baby produces. The shocks from the outside clears the darkness, leaving scary prints on the curtains.
''Stop! Your hurting her!'' I scream with all my might. I turn to look at the several of doctors standing in the room but non of them seem to stop the event. They're frozen by what they see, not knowing that they made it happen.
If I wasn't this hurt I would kick their asses.
Her body starts shaking uncontrollably. The mans grip tightens around her. Little flames escape from her body, at first it was just little flames, but the fire increases within seconds - making her entire body surround with flames.
''Put the wires away,'' the man says who has a hold on her.
Luke takes the machine in his hands and clicks on a red button. The wires leave there main position and return back to there previous way.
''Give my baby,'' I let my tears run freely down my face, trying to stare at the people whom are still holding her.
''She's it, sergeant Johnson. We finally found one of them,'' the other guy say's who was standing just minutes ago next to Luke.
''How do you mean ''on of them'' are there more,'' I asked - but again they ignore me.
''We can develop the system further, Steven. Luke, erase their memory's.''
Wo, wait, what!
''You can't do that. Give me my baby! You can't take her! Give her back! Now! Give her back!'' My breathing was fierce as I screamed at the top of my lungs forcing myself to get out of the damn bed but failing dramatically.
They can't just do that, they can't take my baby away and erase my memory, that's just wrong in so many levels.
''Who is she?'' Steven asked, pointing at me.
''She's the mother of the child,'' one the doctors answers giving me a regretful look. Her eyes were full of tears as she tore her pupils away looking at the ground beneath her.
''So, you're the mother of this baby?'' Luke asks.
''Yes, I am, and I want her back.'' I reach my arms forward, waiting for them to give her.
''We can't do that. We need her. It's best if you say goodbye-''
''You can't do that!'' I screamed breaking his sentence.
''Yes we can. It has to do with the safety of mankind. And if humanity is in danger we have the right to do something about it. We are the S.S. Secret service and we will do everything in our power to make the world a better place, you're child is very useful for us. It's powers may save the mankind. Don't you want the world to be save?'' Johnson said.
''Bullshit, you just want to use her for you're machines. I saw movies about you guy's you're up to no good. And I refuses to give away my child!'' I watched their faces freeze and for a second I thought that I might of scared them. But the angst went away as fast as it came.
''I'm sorry, but you have no say in this.''
Unbelievable, no, no, no. I refuse to accept this.
''I will call the police,'' I whispered looking down at my hands, folding them neatly in my lap.
''The police is in on it, so is the government. Like I said; you have no say in this. Luke take the eraser.''
God, how can a person sound so cold.
Bastards.
Luke puts his hands in his pockets taking a big flashy stick out of it. Something like that can blind you for the rest of you're life, maybe that's why they wear those dark tic sunglasses.
''Wait,'' I practically beg. If I might never remember this. Maybe I could name her. Give her something to remember me, even is she never will.
''What?''
''C-can I name her. Please?''
Would they really take this chance away from me?
He hesitated but gave in.
''Rachel.'' I breathed.
He nodded and waited until Johnson and Steven left the room closing the door behind them. That would be the last time I see her face, the last time I hear her cry or scream. Never will I see the toothless mouth again. But the thing I regret the most is never having the chance to hold her in my arms. Tell her how much I love her even if she would be taken away. I would tell her how much I care for her and what I would do to keep her save. I stared at the door for what seemed like hours.
''Remember me, Rachel.'' I whispered in the hope she might remember. But I knew, it doesn't matter if she's different, special or magical. She wouldn't remember me. And I wouldn't remember her. Destiny could be so cruel sometimes just once I wished that things could take a different path.
The next thing a saw was a flashing red light blurring my vision and mind.
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