[Author's Note: I apologize for the awkward spacing and the excessive song lyrics, but it was part of my story. It's kinda short as well (if you take the lyrics out) but I wanted to get it up. Enjoy this chapter until I get more up =).
~ switches point of veiws between Emery and Kurt.
Songs Used:
Breathe - Michelle Branch
Stand - Rascal Flatts
Ballad of Mona Lisa - Panic! At the Disco]
Emery was dizzy. Oh so very dizzy. She couldn't tell which way was up nor which way was down. Her mind was buzzing like a swarm of bees were nesting inside of her head. She couldn't remember what had just happened. All she could remember was that she was running. Where? Where was she running? She couldn't remember. Oh... that's right. She wasn't running to someplace, she was running away from someplace. But, what was the place she was running from? Why was she running? Her mutant powers had to be the answer. She'd messed up again. Or rather, her mutant powers had gone cataclysmal again, dangerous for those around her, and this time, dangerous for herself as well.
She found that she couldn't move. Her body was tingling with a thousand needles on every inch of her skin. There wasn't anything she could physically do right now. So she began to sing. Singing had worked last time. It had brought all of her memories back, even the ones she hadn't wanted to remember. It couldn't hurt to try it again.
I've been driving for an hour
Just talkin' to the rain
You say I've been drivin' you crazy
And it's keepin' you away
So just give me one good reason
Tell me why I should stay
Cause I don't want to waste another moment
Saying things we never meant to say
Kurt approached the edge of the crater slowly, ensuring his own footing so he didn't end up mangled at the bottom like he was envisioning Emery. Her beautiful voice was suddenly filling the air with song. He let out a puff of air he hadn't realized he'd been holding. She was alive. If anything, she was still alive. He carefully made his way to the bottom of the crater, stepping carefully, afraid to teleport and misread his distance or his balance. He could accidentally hurt her more.
A few minutes later found Kurt kneeling beside Emery in the center of the crater. He was afraid to touch her, unsure if it would cause her more pain, if she was even in any at all. Her eyes were closed and for a minute, he just listened to her sing.
And I, I
Take it just a little bit
I, I
Hold my breath and count to ten
I, I've been waiting for a chance to let you in
If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between, I'll know
Everything is alright
Breathe
Every little piece of me, you'll see
Everything is alright
If I just
Breathe
Well it's all so overrated
In not saying how you feel
So you end up watching chances fade
And wonderin' what's real
And I, I
Give you just a little time
I, I
Wonder if you realize
I, I've been waiting till I see it in your eyes
Emery could tell someone had come close to her. She could feel his presence. Her memories were starting to come back to her, so the person could wait.
If I just
Breathe
Let it fill the space between, I'll know
Everything is alright
Breathe
Every little piece of me, You'll see
Everything is alright
If I just breathe
Breathe
He wanted to ask her if she was okay. He wanted to ask her where she was in pain, if she was in pain. He wanted to hold her close and tell her that he was here, that he loved her. But something held him back. Seeing her so... so... sullen almost as if she was lost in herself, it made the words get stuck in his throat. When she finished singing that song, there was a moment of silence. Kurt opened his mouth to say her name, nothing but her name.
She didn't respond to him. Instead, she began to sing another song.
You feel like a candle
In a hurricane
Just like a picture
With a broken frame
Alone and helpless
Like you've lost your fight
But you'll be alright
You'll be alright
"Emery please. I'm worried about you."
She didn't care.
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend till you break
Cause it's all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad
You get strong
Wipe your hands
Shake it off
Then you stand
Then you stand
"At least tell me if you're okay."
She was too focused on trying to sing the song.
Life's like a novel
With the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon
With only one way down
Take what you're given
Before it's gone
Start holdin' on
Keep holdin' on
"I just need to know if you're hurt, if you need medical help."
She was fine. She didn't feel any pain, so she was fine. He could leave her alone with her mind now.
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend till you break
Cause it's all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enought
You get mad
You get strong
Wipe your hands
Shake it off
Then you stand
Then you stand
"If you don't tell me, I'm going to have to check myself."
She didn't really hear him. She knew what he said, but it disappeared almost instantly from her mind.
Every time you get up
And get back in the race
One more small piece of you
Starts to fall into place
"Last chance Emery. You're starting to scare me."
Last chance for what? She just needed to let the memories keep flooding back.
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend till you break
Cause it's all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decided you've had enough
You get mad
You get strong
Wipe your hands
Shake it off
Then you stand
Kurt sucked in a shaky breath. She was either not acknowledging him, or she couldn't hear him. He hoped it wasn't the latter.
"Emery, if you can hear me, sing in my head a little. The way you usually talk in my head."
She could do that. That was easy.
Then you stand came floating into his brain.
He sighed in relief as she began to sing out loud again, to another song.
She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottle of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for
Kurt reached towards the hand laying on the ground closest to him. Gently, he picked it up and rubbed each finger. Her voice stayed steady. No pain then, he thought.
He was touching her. Why wasn't she freaking out? She should be, but he was kind of comforting.
A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words are spinning through his ears again
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
"Wiggle each finger. Can you do that for me?"
Emery heard him. He was just checking to see if she was okay. Unfortunately, she didn't know if she was okay. Nor did she know if she could move her fingers as he had asked her to do.
Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I wanna believe
Emery wiggled her fingers and he slid his hand over her arm, pressing gently. He did the same to the other arm.
Nothing hurt. He was just trying to help her, to make sure she was okay. So she let him.
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Mona Lisa
You're guaranteed to run this town
His hands moved to her legs.
"Bend your knees katzchen."
Katzchen... why was that so familiar? Why did she understand? She bent her knees.
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Mona Lisa
I'd pay to see you frown
He pressed various points on her legs, still she didn't feel any pain. When his hands moved to her ribs, she squealed in pain and she ceased to sing.
"Verdammit," Kurt swore. "You probably re-broke your ribs katzchen. Don't move okay. I'm just going to go tell Herr Logan to get Dr. McCoy."
The guy left her side. In retrospect, she probably should have opened her eyes and took in the way he looked. Maybe she would have remembered him. He was familiar, but she still didn't even remember his name. She didn't know who this Logan and Dr. McCoy was either. She should know; she felt as if she should know, but those memories hadn't returned to her yet.