Doctor Strange Imagines

(#30) Damaged man- Part 3

I FINALLY GOT OUT A CHAPTER AFTER A LONG TIME. MISS ME? So here is the third part of damaged man. Hope you enjoy it and as always thanks for reading. (I wrote the song by the way. Hence it is quite bad)

Kyle stared at you from the other side of the scenario, his wide orbs set in yours as you both nodded gently. You both faced the crowd of spectating sorcerers, the lights dimming in the café after a few moments of silence. It was no ordinary café oh no. This place was different than others as it was a hidden place from mundane sight where only sorcerers could find it, hidden as a common warehouse. Sorcerers, after all, needed a place to relax and spend some time also.

Tonight was no different than other. A sorcerer, maybe two went upstage and presented their act, whether it was singing or playing an instrument. It didn't matter if you were good or not. Everyone went there to keep their minds off their problems, so judging never crossed their minds anytime. But believe it or not, there was really good talent in there. Talent that wouldn't be able to be showcased to the world, for they were stuck in a world where wars were fought and blood was shed.

That night was your turn, together with Kyle in both a musical and vocal presentation. You would be singing a tune you both wrote, Kyle playing the bass whereas you played the notes in your dark oakwood guitar. You both would be singing together, some fragments in sync and others solo. Your expressions were calm, but your heart beat at an alarming pace, almost outnumbering the rythm you were to play.

Everyone showed respect, watching intently as you slowly leaned in, your mouth lingering on the microphone and your fingers gently grazing the strings of the guitar, a soft tune making its way out and echoing around the silent café. As the notes played, you closed your eyes, your mind wandering off to all that had happened in the past year. The wounds, the permanent scars and the entry to a world in which you realized you were completely blind from the truth before. It was something magical yet terrifying, exciting yet tiring. It was something you hadn't experienced before, and you weren't sure if you liked it or not.

The soft melody spread in waves, gradually becoming louder but not to the degree where it was uncomfortable to hear. Your stomach was full of butterflies, the nerves of being in front of people almost making you run off from stage. You took a deep breath, your mouth parting open slightly as you began singing.

(Italics- You) (Bold- Kyle) (Normal- Both)
(Keep in mind this is a slow song.)

"I don't know what to think,
I don't know how to feel.
I feel like I am on cloud nine
But I am scared and terrified.

My world is now upside down,
I don't know how to move along.
I miss when I was not alone,
I need to accept I'm on my own."

Your hands played the correct notes at the correct time. As you finished your first part, Kyle's bass started playing, accompanying your guitar's tune in a mixture of soft, deep, sometimed high notes. No one sang for a moment, letting the spectators enjoy the tune, letitng them get carried away by the meaning of the song.

Your eyes remained close, concentration crossing your features as you focused on the strings of the guitar, following Kyle's rythm in sync.

"Can it be healed? Will I be able to feel my back again?" You asked in distraught, your voice raspy and broken, pain seeping through your eyes as you observed Kyle's almost lifeless body, half of his face covered by bandages which were already soaked in his dark crimson blood. Ancient One staed at you with such calmness that it almost made you feel as if although everything was alright. But deep below, you knew it wasn't. It was far from being okay, and maybe you wouldn't walk out of that strange place alive.