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Welcome to the Glee Angst Meme again! You know how these things work. You can come here and prompt your most angsty prompts, and write stories filling those angsty prompts to let our characters suffer.
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“Why not?” when she’d expressed skepticism. “We’re friends and friends can dress up and go to dinner.”
He was right, of course. They dressed up, he drove and they had a wonderful evening with an entertaining waiter who more than earned the tip they left. Walking back to the car, her arm looped through his, her purse dangling from her fingers. They were talking about school, about what they wanted to happen in glee club - more solos for both of the being at the top of the list.
So she could be forgiven is she hadn’t paid that much attention when she felt an itching between her shoulder blades. She maybe walked a touch faster, prompting him to match her pace but there wasn’t anything really wrong that she could see.
It was a wonderful night. She was with her best friend.
And when a hand reached out of the darkness and grabbed her by the hair, she barely had time to...
There was light, bright bright light and there was shouting. Someone was screaming, a long keening wail that pierced her ear drums. Make it stop make it stop make it
“Mercedes!”
Two hands grabbed her shoulders and then it was her mother, Patrice, in front of her, her lips working but there didn’t seem to be any sound coming out because of all of that damn screaming.
“Baby girl, shhh, stop, you’re safe, you’re safe.” Her mother’s hands cupped her face, the warmth seeming to seep through her skin.
Mercedes took a halting breath and the screaming stopped. That’s when she felt her raw throat, the stress and strain on her vocal chords and a tiny part of her mind chided her for being careless with her voice. “Mom?”
Fat tears rolled down Patrice Jones’ face as she carefully maneuvered her arms around Mercedes’ shoulders. “S’okay now, baby. You’re safe.”
“Safe?” Why should it matter if she was safe? Out of the corner of her eye, Mercedes spied her hand. Complex tubing ran from a point on the back of her right hand. She followed the path of the tubes from her hand all the way to the IV that hung next to her bed. A commotion at the door caught her attention and as her mother drew away, Mercedes saw several doctors and nurses pile into the room.
“Ma’am, we need you to take a step back so we can check on your daughter,” one of the nurses said gently. Mercedes watched as her mother was carefully moved out of the way.
“Mom? Mom, don’t go. Don’t...get away from me!” Mercedes snatched her arm away from the doctor who intended to check her pulse. “Mom, what’s happening?” Pure panic rolled through her gut as things started to fit together about her situation.
“Miss Jones, I’m Dr. Gupta. You’re in the Ohio State University Medical Center ICU, ” the doctor answered. “You were brought here because you had an extensive head injury that needed more specialized care.”
“Head injury? What’s he talking about?” Mercedes was agitated. Reaching up, she felt soft gauze beneath her fingers. Then, “Where’s Kurt? Where is he?”
“Back home, sweetie. He was released from Lima General a few days ago ” Patrice answered. She’d wrapped her arm around middle as though she was trying to hold herself together.
Something was terribly wrong and there was a hole in her head. “Something happened to us,” she said. “What happened?”
Dr. Gupta made a calming motion with his hand. “Miss Jones, there will be time to tell you about this later. You need to rest...”
“What happened?” Mercedes roared or at least that’s how it sounded in her head. It had the desired effect. Her mother stepped forward and took her hand.
“The two of you were attacked, Mercedes. The police are calling it a hate crime.”
Right at that moment, throwing up was the only logical response Mercedes had left.
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The doctors shaved her head.
Mercedes stared at herself in the mirror, her fingers lightly brushing the incision that made slight bump beneath the new hair growing in. The doctors had been concerned enough about the possibility of brain damage that they took film after film, waiting for some of the swelling to go down so they could get a better look. Dr. Gupta’s team had found a small blood clot that they were able to excise with minimal surgery.
But they still took her hair.
She smoothed nervous hands over her thighs then put her favorite plaid Kangol on her head. The wool itched and Mercedes twitched it from side to side, trying to find the perfect angle. If she cocked it just so, it would make her face look a little less haunted.
Little bitch thinks she’s cute
Mercedes hadn't told anyone about the voices. Sometimes one, sometimes more. All of it one big ball of ugly hate that seemed to have take residence inside her head. A spike of fear in her heart each and every time it showed up. She hadn’t told her parents; they were hovering enough as it was.
A knock on her door and she looked up to see Kurt peeking in. “Hey. Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” Mercedes gifted him with a brief smile. “I was wondering when you’d get here.”
The bruising on Kurt’s face was pretty much healed although from the way he moved, Mercedes could tell that his side was hurting him. Their assailants (and what a nice clinical word that was) had paid particular attention to his ribs, cracking one and leaving extensive contusions on his chest. He sat down carefully on the edge of her bed, and watched as she switched out one cap for another.
“You don’t have to go today, you know. If you’re not feeling up to it.”
Kurt’s voice floated quietly in her room. In the mirror, Mercedes looked over her shoulder at her friend. He’d been the only person she’d wanted to see while she rehabilitated. Even though it probably hurt the other members of the glee club not to come and visit, Kurt understood why she didn’t want to be inundated with visitors.
It was enough to deal with the fact that they’d been attacked. Mercedes hadn’t been in a space to deal with the pitying glances and the questions that neither she nor Kurt could answer.
“All right now, Mercedes. I want you to try to remember what happened that night. It’ll come, don’t force it.”
Detective Joe Alember had fifteen years on the squad and it showed. He was gentle, trying to draw out any sort of response from both teens. They’d begged to be interviewed together at one point when the single interviews failed to produce any positive results. That went on for several more hours until finally they had to stop.
“...both too traumatized” “Not entirely sure if we’d even get an accurate statement.” The snatches of conversation between the detective and their parents drifted over the bustle of the police station. Kurt’s fingers were laced with hers, a lifeline in the chaos. “I don’t remember,” she’d said fretfully. “It’s like there’s this hole in my head where that night should be.” He’d put his arm around her shoulders then, pulling her close.
“I’m afraid too, boo.”
“I have to go back sometime,” Mercedes said. “If I stay at home, I’ll think about it. If I’m at school, same thing.” She swallowed down the kernel of panic in her gut. “How’s it been for you?”
“Hard,” Kurt replied shortly. “Hard without you there and everyone tiptoeing around like someone died.”
We did die, Mercedes thought. Or a part of us did. She kept that to herself. “I told myself I’d try today. If I can do that, then maybe I can go tomorrow.” Maybe I can hold it together long enough to get through. Turning back to the mirror, she put on hoop earrings then stood up. “How do I look?”
Kurt stood up as well and took her hands, squeezing them as though he was convincing himself she was there. “Fierce as always. If you’re ready, we should get going.”
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Ouch, hard to imagine Mercedes getting her head shaved. It might not be permanent damage, but it'll sure feel like it until it grows back. Love how her first reaction is to find Kurt though. Nothing's gonna keep those two apart for long.
This is a great start and I can't wait to see the rest of it, thank you so much for filling my prompt!
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the beginning is very chilling, the image of the screaming that won't stop. And Mercedes is such a strong person, and seeing he break down like that breaks my heart. Good job :D
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I can't believe it doesn't have more comments, even if it is on an older meme. It was painful to read how traumitized poor Mercedes was, and I wanted to stand up and clap when Beiste told that guy off.
I'm going to bookmark the crap out of this haha.
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