Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Chapter 32- Hope

"Let's get out of here." Joey says quietly, his voice nothing close to how it used to sound. Honestly, I almost prefer this. Steven yanks me up, keeping a firm hold on my right arm. His eyes are cold and ruthless, yet piercingly intelligent. It's like staring into the depths of a glacier, with a little bit of serial killer mixed in. I swallow firmly, refusing to show fear. If I show them what hurts me, they'll use it against me. Steven blinks, breaking the spine chilling stare, and starts walking towards the elevator, dragging me with him. Joey keeps step, pulling my other arm harshly forward. I wince and stumble forward, wanting to resist. My eyes fall onto Jordan's unconscious face. Still perfect, despite the wounds. Suddenly, it's all too much. The worry for his life, the fear for mine, the pain of being separated. It takes over. I start struggling violently my heart feeling like its being dragged downwards by an anchor, and a lump of emotion in my throat so thick that I think it must suffocate me. All I can think, all I can feel, is desperation. I can't leave him. I have to get to him. I twist my left arm sharply, succeeding in wrenching my wrist out of Joey's grasp. I lunge forwards, but Steven's fingernails tighten on my other arm, tearing long, jagged cuts down my forearm. I scream, but don't stop fighting. I have to get to him. Just this once. I'll go after that. But Joey regains his grasp on my other, flailing arm, twisting it behind my back in a quite painful way. I whimper, still struggling, but unable to move forward. My heart yearns for him. I just want to touch his face. I just want to be by his side one last time. Silent tears start to run down my face as they drag me away. I never stop fighting. As we reach the elevator, my efforts become greater, reinvigorated by my fear. Joey grunts in his effort to hold on to me, and Steven yanks me backwards behind him, slamming the button to close the doors with his other palm. "NO!" I scream, lunging forward again. I might be imagining it, but I think Jordan stirs at my voice. I have to keep trying. "JORDAN!!!" I scream, hurting my own ears with the shrill pitch. I don't want to leave him! I can't leave him! My mind flashes in sheer panic at the thought that I might never see him again. "Jordan!!!!" I scream again, sobbing. And, just as the doors are closing, he lifts his head up. I start crying harder, fighting to move forward, fighting to get to him. I don't care what this tells them about me. I can't leave him. Steven holds me silently, waiting for the gap to close. Jordan's head snaps to me, and our eyes meet. I don't even have to save anything. All of his worry and his love and his panic, so similar to mine, are shared in that stare. I blink rapidly, clearing the tears so that I can see him clearly. But the doors narrow the space that I can see him in, inching closer every second. Time creeps forward, slowly approaching the time when I won't see him anymore. The time when I break. I see his lips start to form my name. His beautiful lips. Then Steven releases my arms. I lurch forward, only driven with my desperation. But then, it's too late. A tiny sliver of light filters through the doors, and I slam into the metal, pressing my palms against it. I catch one last glimpse of his eyes. And then, he's gone.

I can feel my hope disappear in that moment. He's gone. There is nothing I can do now. It was far crueler of Steven to release me at that point than it would have been to not release me at all. But, that's his specialty, isn't it? I can feel the tears still rolling down my cheeks, but I simply don't care. I will have my moment. I will count to 5, and I will move on. I will stand up, and start enduring whatever they have planned. But I will say my goodbyes. I press my forehead to the metal, wishing it was him. One. I let out one sob, gasping for air, since it seems like it has all been stolen from around me with him gone. Two. I swallow back my tears, fighting my urge to end it all now. Three. I whisper his name, enjoying the feel of it as it rolls of my tongue. Four. And then, I whisper "Goodbye.", my heart breaking. Five.

I take a deep breath, removing my palms and forehead from the door. I sit back on my knees for a moment, wiping the tears off of my face. I blink, gathering my thoughts. Then I stand, turning to face those people who have caused me so much pain.

*Jordan's POV*

I just watch. I watch as the doors to the elevator shut with a dull thump. I watch as my last glimpse of her disappears. I watch as she cries, afraid and alone. I feel myself say her name, quietly. I don't feel the soon to arrive throbbing pain in my nose, which is almost surely broken. I don't see the blood stains from my skin on the wooden floor. I don't feel the pounding in my head. I only feel the pounding of my heart as it is obliterated. And then she's gone. Before I could say anything more. Gone. Gone from me. Stolen from me. I stand up slowly, whispering her name once more. It takes me a moment to process exactly what's happened. But when I do, I sink back to my knees, unable to stand to crushing pain in my chest. It comes over me like waves. Desperation. Then fear. Then overwhelming, awful longing and love. Then loneliness. I am alone now. She's gone. My life, my love, my everything. She is gone. And I let her go. I watched. I fought hard at the beginning. And surely I couldn't have been there in time. But I wish with every fiber of being that I could have. I blame myself for not being able to. I'm too shocked to cry. To broken. So I stare at those elevator doors, accepting the painful weight in my heart, which also feels empty. Gone, just like her. It's like they stole that too. I don't know how I'm supposed to live like this. Without a heart. I could just end it now. I could take that knife in the drawer next to the sink and be waiting for her when she goes. But I can't. She's still alive. And I can't leave so selfishly. Not if I could still save her. "I will find you." I whisper, my eyes locked on the doors, almost as if she would come walking out, a smile on her face. Back into my arms. That she would fill up the emptiness that now takes me over. She keeps me alive. Even just the notion of saving her keeps me going. Her smile lingers in my mind and my heart. And although the sorrow resides in my chest, a new feeling start burning. Hope. "I will find you." I repeat, my voice becoming steely and determined. Because I know, that even if it kills me, this is true.

A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WWWWWWHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYY!!!!! God I almost cried writing this.

So now you guys know where the title comes from! She's stolen from her superman!

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