August Just One Word Book Photo Challenge / Day 2: Maps I am completely obsessed with maps. I have probably around 10 atlases and a bunch of maps on my wall. They fascinate me
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@missladyberry
August Just One Word Book Photo Challenge / Day 2: Maps I am completely obsessed with maps. I have probably around 10 atlases and a bunch of maps on my wall. They fascinate me
What’s the point of missing someone you aren’t allowed to miss
-1:28 am thoughts
“You wear a heart on both sleeves ‘Cause it’s broken in half”
— BEXEY- Take a shot
deviiousqueen:
The music was beautiful.
No, it wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be. Without even meaning to, she began to hum along. It was bittersweet, and familiar, to hear the keys ring out; she could almost see herself playing along to the melody. Her fingers moved as though to play it out in the air, awkward as though her movements were with two casts, she still persisted.
In that moment, all she could see, hear, feel was the music. And she never wanted the song to end, each note ringing out and saying what it needed to say in that moment.
And then–
She stopped. It wasn’t a flash of memory anymore, not just a glimpse.
She wasn’t in a hospital bed anymore. She was at a grand piano on an empty stage– and Rachel was there, too. She couldn’t hear anything but the music, but she could see Rachel’s mouth moving; singing. And she realised her mouth was moving too. A duet.
Even though she couldn’t hear them, she knew their harmonies were perfect, complementing each other and challenging the other go further, to push the limit of their talents. And she was smiling as she was singing, watching Rachel pour her heart into the lyrics as they sang back and forth, enjoying the art they were dedicating themselves to.
But as quickly as she had been offered that one memory, she was pulled back to her hospital bed, with Rachel playing at her side.
She didn’t know how long it had been. How long she’d spent in that reminiscence, but it didn’t matter. She’d remembered something clearly. It wasn’t groundbreaking, it wasn’t a key point in her life– but it was something.
And she couldn’t be more delighted.
She looked over to Rachel, tears of happiness welling up. “I remember–” Her voice cracked as she tried to speak, a genuine, true smile plastered across her face. “You were my friend,” She said, chuckling slightly. She was sure she seemed unstable, but she’d been desperate for something to come back. Anything.
Rachel had given her that gift. For that, she would be forever in her debt.
Rachel looked up from her sad but hopeful attempt at playing the piano with a broken wrist and as soon as she noticed the tears in Erica’s eyes she felt a pang of guilt. Had she upset her? She came here to try music therapy because forcing memories was only going to confuse her more. If Rachel left her room without helping any memories come back to her that would have been okay because she had fourteen broken ribs and that was enough to keep her hospital bound for a while. She’d come back tomorrow and the next day and play for Erica until something clicked.
Rachel’s hands stilled on the piano, ready to apologize for upsetting her when she spoke. Her voice was soft. Broken. Genuine. Rachel smiled softly and almost felt guilty for not pointing out that Erica didn’t always like her. But now was not the time for that because Erica was happy and that’s one reason Rachel came to her room. To help. Rachel nodded her head and she reached out with her good hand and gave her arm, albeit covered in a cast, a soft squeeze.
“You are my friend.” Rachel’s voice was soft. Maybe Erica would wake up and remember everything soon. Maybe she’d remember not liking Rachel. Maybe she’d be upset for skirting around the truth. But Rachel was willing to reap those consequences because Erica needed someone right now, like everybody else. “You’ve pushed me to be better without even trying.”
[PM] I think you were born to be a Kinsley-Berry. It’s your destiny.
Maybe. I mean it takes a little convincing but they give me twenty or so minutes out of my room. If they don’t we blast the Barbra records my dad brought until someone caves.
Have I mentioned how cool you are for not hating me for hooking up with him? Best. Friend. Ever.
PM: Clarification: I’m destined to be a Kinsley-Smythe-Berry. That’s really the only combination of last names/families that can handle all of me.
Ooh…Psychological warfare, I like it. Maybe if I start blasting some Fall Out Boy, they’ll give in and let me wheel around!
To be fair, I knew you’d give him back. You two are too alike, and there’s only room for one Rachel Berry in any relationship.
[PM] Ah right, I stand corrected. Trust me, my dads are so extra you'd fit right in.
Usually I have to have a nurse with me but hey, compromises are compromises. Beggars cannot be choosers, am I right?
Even if we weren't as alike as we are, I know he's still yours. Besides, it was exciting because of the way things were run.
[PM] I think you were born to be a Kinsley-Berry. It's your destiny.
Maybe. I mean it takes a little convincing but they give me twenty or so minutes out of my room. If they don't we blast the Barbra records my dad brought until someone caves.
Have I mentioned how cool you are for not hating me for hooking up with him? Best. Friend. Ever.
you had no reason to be on campus right professor? the headmaster was there but you weren't? tell me you weren't there, too..
[PM] I am fine. How are you, sweetheart?
@missladyberry
missladyberry:
[PM] Very fortunately. I haven’t had a Twix bar in a long time. I could go for one of those.
[PM] Consider it done.
Can I get you anything else? Books, DVDs?
[PM] That's alright, you're doing more than enough. The nurses are probably ready for me to leave because my dads may have set up a record player in the corner so we could listen to Barbra on repeat. I'm sure they don't want anything else to "clog up the space" as we overheard them putting it.
Thank you, really.
missladyberry:
Erica looked so small and so broken and everything she ever said to her had completely washed away. There’s something about almost dying that makes you humble. Everybody makes mistakes and circumstances can make a person. But Erica didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve to be laying in this bed unsure of who she was and who she loved. It could have been worse for them both, and everyone else that was at the school, but they were here and Rachel didn’t care about what happened before the fire. She just cares about the here and now.
Rachel nodded her head a little and she laid the sheet music on Erica’s lap. “I do.” Rachel’s wrist was broken but she could still manage. She had the other wrist and besides, she just needed her fingers right now. “Can I play something for you?”
She looked at the paper– and as she glanced over the print, she felt more flashes coming on. Images of her being taught to play. A grand piano in an apartment. A crop being smacked across her palms if she didn’t sit up straight or dropped her wrists. Hating playing. Being afraid of performing recitals in front of a crowd. Being afraid of her teacher. Learning on her own. Finally loving the way her fingers moved across the keys. Using her skill to express her feelings.
She didn’t realise that she’d gripped onto the paper during the experience so hard that she’d crumpled it up. Looking down at the slightly ruined sheet music, she flushed slightly. “Sorry, I– just… more flashes.” She murmured sheepishly. She liked music. But to remember the pain that she had gone through in lessons was unexpected. Why would her parents send her to someone so strict. She’d… felt young in that memory. Extremely young. Too young to be hit across the hands for forgetting small things. “I didn’t mean to… ruin the paper.”
This was supposed to be something happy, for both herself and Rachel. This was supposed to be healing, not harmful. And even though the memory was now fit back in place in her broken timeline, she had to remind herself that Rachel was not doing that. She was playing for her. And it was a gift. Not a punishment.
“I’d like it. If you would.” Nodding after a moment, she tried looking down at the paper again. Mozart. She knew that name. From where– she would guess those… lessons. She could start to associate it with something good, though. With Rachel. With music that she’d loved to play. That much she could remember; she’d loved to play, on her own. And to hear others play too. “It would be really nice to hear you play.”
Rachel noticed the way Erica clamped onto the paper but she didn't point it out. She noticed the way her face changed but she didn't put her in the spotlight. All memories were necessary, even the shitty ones. Because every part of Erica was important and Rachel wouldn't be scared off by them. Even if she suddenly remembered how upset she was at her for Leroy. Even if she suddenly hated her. Rachel wanted Erica to remember who she was because she wasn't all terrible. She was who she was, painful pasts and hopeful futures.
Rachel nodded and she set the keyboard on the side of Erica's bed and began to play slowly. It was a little difficult with her broken wrist but she managed. She didn't need to be perfect, she just needed to remind Erica. The music was soft as the melody flowed from her fingers into the piano and Rachel kept her eyes on what she was doing, allowing the music to affect Erica however it was going to.
[PM] My dad insists on welcoming you to the family. I told him you already are but he wants to have a ceremony.
I love you Carter, I promise I’m okay. I’ll even come see you if I can. I’m finally able to sit in the wheelchair with only some pain. My talent is steel. I’m going to be singing Barbra from the grave.
Let’s be honest with each other Carter, we’d love him a little less if he just flapped around on top of you. We’d love him regardless, but a little less.
PM: Can we have a fancy reception after the ceremony? Because if so, I’m in.
I love you back, and a visit from you would help keep me from panicking, so absolutely cone see me when you can. You’ll be the most prolific ghost I know.
…Okay, yeah. You’re right. He’s just so good at sex!
[PM] You can have a ceremony without a fancy reception, babe. It doesn't work that way in the Berry household. It's be extra or be eaten.
I'll be there. Every day I'm here the nurses are a little more lenient with letting me visit people for a little. The day after though I was heavily scolded for breaking out but hashtag worth it.
That's my boy.
you had no reason to be on campus right professor? the headmaster was there but you weren't? tell me you weren't there, too..
[PM] I am fine. How are you, sweetheart?
@missladyberry
missladyberry:
[PM] It’s not so terrible if you’re a rabbit. Too bad I’m not a rabbit.
I can’t wait. I’ll see you soon.
[PM] Fortunately you are not a rabbit. Now, pick a chocolate you could go for at the moment.
[PM] Very fortunately. I haven't had a Twix bar in a long time. I could go for one of those.
[PM] My dad insists on welcoming you to the family. I told him you already are but he wants to have a ceremony.
I love you Carter, I promise I'm okay. I'll even come see you if I can. I'm finally able to sit in the wheelchair with only some pain. My talent is steel. I'm going to be singing Barbra from the grave.
Let's be honest with each other Carter, we'd love him a little less if he just flapped around on top of you. We'd love him regardless, but a little less.
you had no reason to be on campus right professor? the headmaster was there but you weren't? tell me you weren't there, too..
[PM] I am fine. How are you, sweetheart?
@missladyberry
missladyberry:
[PM] I’ll be happy to see you. Whenever you get the chance. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.
I think I’ll be okay. Thank you, really. I’ve been eating a lot of.. lettuce.
[PM] .. yeah. Yeah. I’ll come by soon.
I’ll buy you some chocolate. You can’t.. recuperate on lettuce.
[PM] It's not so terrible if you're a rabbit. Too bad I'm not a rabbit.
I can't wait. I'll see you soon.
missladyberry:
Memories || Erica & Rachel
Rachel and Erica had their outstanding differences before the fire. To say they were friends was probably an understatement, but still, they both were in this together. They were both in that school when an unknown arson burned their home to the ground. And towards the end, Rachel and Erica were getting somewhere. But here they were, both broken and battered and Erica couldn’t remember herself.
So without much persuasion needed, Rachel’s dads returned with her desired gifts and the nurse pushed her in a wheelchair towards the Domme’s room. Knocking gently, Rachel was wheeled in with a small electronic keyboard piano and two sheets of Beethoven music. Music was powerful. Music could help the memory in ways words and actions couldn’t.
Maybe she couldn’t remember that she knew how to play, but it would come to her in time. Rachel smiled at her once they wheeled her over to the bed. Her nose was purple and swollen and her ribs hurt, but she put on her best acting face and decided to introduce herself again.
“I’m Rachel. I brought these for you.”
@deviiousqueen
Both women looked worse for wear, that was incredibly obvious. She taken a look at herself in the mirror– and didn’t recognise the person looking back. But a bandage had been wrapped around the part that the pain seemed to radiate from. Honestly, she didn’t even want to know what the wound looked like right now. They’d tried aspirin to avoid the build up of blood in her brain, but that had caused the still open word on her forehead to flow more freely, the blood seeping through to the top of the bandage. She’d had to close her eyes as they’d changed the dressing, the sting of antiseptic in the wound enough to make stray tears fall down her cheeks. Countless other cuts and bruises were all over her body, presumably from the concrete, but she couldn’t be sure. The doctors couldn’t, either. But they were treated, nonetheless.
And both of her arms were in casts. It limited her movement, making it harder to eat, use her phone, hold onto things. It was frustrating, but she knew that they were necessary.
All things considered, she could be in a far worse situation. Though for the first little while, she’d forgotten the feeling of being hungry, or thirsty, and what they meant, and that could have meant serious trouble, had the nurses not reminded her that she needed to drink and eat to live.
It was a learning curve.
She’d asked the nurses to keep the curtains open, feeling as though she was being shut off from everything else when it was closed over. So the knock was far less anxiety inducing than it might have been a day or so ago. Rachel wasn’t her first visitor, either. Others had come and gone, spoken to her and she’d tried to remember what she could. She did have a moment where she struggled to figure out why someone else was visiting her– her short-term memory was still sorting itself out. She’d already forgotten most people’s names already. HR, Charlie and Leroy were the only ones that had stuck thus far. But she was working on it. That was what her pocketbook was for.
“Hi,” She greeted the wheelchair-bound girl with a small tentative smile. God, the girl looked like she’d taken a beating. They probably both did, because they had. But the girl had come over to give her a gift. Something she probably didn’t even deserve. For Rachel to even think to get her something, she felt… special. Everyone was so kind, so supportive and it made her want to cry until she had no more tears left to give. Had she truly been so cruel to some of these people? Why? Why would she ever? She couldn’t understand who she had been.
As she looked at what Rachel was carrying, she had a small struggle with her memory to find the word for the object. A key… keyboard. “Do– you know how to… play?”
Erica looked so small and so broken and everything she ever said to her had completely washed away. There's something about almost dying that makes you humble. Everybody makes mistakes and circumstances can make a person. But Erica didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to be laying in this bed unsure of who she was and who she loved. It could have been worse for them both, and everyone else that was at the school, but they were here and Rachel didn't care about what happened before the fire. She just cares about the here and now.
Rachel nodded her head a little and she laid the sheet music on Erica's lap. "I do." Rachel's wrist was broken but she could still manage. She had the other wrist and besides, she just needed her fingers right now. "Can I play something for you?"
Memories || Erica & Rachel
Rachel and Erica had their outstanding differences before the fire. To say they were friends was probably an understatement, but still, they both were in this together. They were both in that school when an unknown arson burned their home to the ground. And towards the end, Rachel and Erica were getting somewhere. But here they were, both broken and battered and Erica couldn't remember herself.
So without much persuasion needed, Rachel's dads returned with her desired gifts and the nurse pushed her in a wheelchair towards the Domme's room. Knocking gently, Rachel was wheeled in with a small electronic keyboard piano and two sheets of Beethoven music. Music was powerful. Music could help the memory in ways words and actions couldn't.
Maybe she couldn't remember that she knew how to play, but it would come to her in time. Rachel smiled at her once they wheeled her over to the bed. Her nose was purple and swollen and her ribs hurt, but she put on her best acting face and decided to introduce herself again.
"I'm Rachel. I brought these for you."
@deviiousqueen
missladyberry:
Don’t try to force it all in at once otherwise you’ll just be more confused and overwhelmed. Eventually you’ll have everything come back to you.
Originally posted by theberrywrites
I can’t stay long considering I broke out of my room earlier this week and they’ve been keeping a very close eye on me. But your room isn’t far from mine I suppose because they said I can give this to you. I’ll be there soon. I’ll be the brunette in a wheelchair.
That’s what the doctors told me. That’s why I’m just… writing everything down. That way if my mind is messed up, I have something to remind me. Eventually I want to set up a board. When I’m out of here. Because they’re saying that it’s… going to take a long while for me to remember every little detail. And they’ll probably keep me for a couple weeks at most. Then I’ll… I don’t know. I’ll have to figure out where I live.
You broke out– why? I– maybe you can explain when you’re here. I’ll be the, um. I’ll be in the bed. Obviously. Standing’s still hard– I took one walk to the burns unit and that was hard enough. So they’re keeping me laying down.
Well, if there's anything I can help you with throughout your time just let me know. I don't know everything about you, but I'll help however possible.
I wanted to see someone and I was sure they wouldn't let me. You know, broken ribs and such. I made a decision and it was worth it. I'll be there soon. They're getting ready to load me up.. I can't really do it myself.
the last thing you've ever said to me better not be that your butt hurts. i need to know that your butt will hurt more in the future.
Text: .. Rachel?
Text: Damn, I didn’t know you were awake already. Hang on, I’ll come down to your room.
Text: Whose phone are you texting from?
sovereignseb:
Text: Oh
Text: Really? That guy?
[text] absolutely that guy. we’ve been seeing each other for a little while now and mira was there too. i knew he wasn’t going to leave without her and i didn’t want to leave without knowing he was okay.
Text: Mira’s his dog, yeah? I heard about that.. damn.
Text: I didn’t know you had a boyfriend though. Does this mean we can’t have crazy hot sex anymore??
[text] yeah.. she shouldn’t have had to go like that. i just wish i had gotten there in time.
[text] i’d break all the rules for you, baby.
Text: No, she shouldn’t. That sucks.
Text: Thats why you’re my number 1!
[text] sometimes when i'm laying here and my dads have gone back to the hotel to shower and rest, i can't help but wonder how this happened. but i've promised to try and be optimistic.
[text] don't you forget it. 😘
Don't try to force it all in at once otherwise you'll just be more confused and overwhelmed. Eventually you'll have everything come back to you.
I can't stay long considering I broke out of my room earlier this week and they've been keeping a very close eye on me. But your room isn't far from mine I suppose because they said I can give this to you. I'll be there soon. I'll be the brunette in a wheelchair.