Broken Hearts

Blindness

Lena freezes, feeling as if she can't move. She temporarily can't breathe. She stares at Alex, in complete awe. In confusion. A million thoughts are racing in the locked space she calls her head. But all she can utter is, "What?"

"Okay, look. I know I sound crazy, but I have been beleiving this for a long time now. Of course, I never told anybody or else they would react like..." She looked up at her. "That,"

"But this time I know it's true! This time I can feel it. I would always know if she was dead, like if she died I would just know. But this time I just know she is alive." Lena doesn't reply, still wrapped up in that big brain of hers.

Alex scoffs. "You think I'm crazy." She accused.

"No, of course not. I just...need proof." She says slowly, careful not to hurt her feelings.

Alex swallows thickly. She can't possibly stand the slight thought of opening up, hell even doing it, but she has to. She has to tell her about the dream.

She clears her throat, and begins.

"Last night... I-uh had a dream. And I have dreams all of the time, but this one, this one was different. They all start in the same place. Darkness. As if my own head is mocking me, but they all end in..." She begins to stutter.

"I'm sorry," Alex breathes out. "I just usually don't talk about this kind of stuff."

The only comfort that Lena could possibly give her right now is silence.

"They all usually end in, Kara...dying." She can't help it. She has been "strong" for so many years now, but she can't hold back one single tear. She wipes it away as soon as it's there.

"She ends up dying by either your mother's hand, or-or," another one fall and her nose grows stiffy. She catches her breath. She can't break down now. She can't.

"...mine."

Before she knows it, Lena is next to her, not touching her, but there for her own way of support. Just being there.

"But this one didn't end that way. For once, there was no death or blood. But instead there was something way worse. I heard her. She called out to me." Alex told, her voice sore.

Lena's patience grew undone. "And what did she say, Alex? What did she say?"

"It's all blurry, but I caught a few parts. Something about how she knows I was hurt, and then she said that she was alive."

The air is sucked from the room. But before they can talk anymore Maggie comes storming through the doors with Jess close behind her.

"I'm sorry Ms. Luthor, but she just barged in, and she said that she was part of the NCPD." Jess said, sounding a mix of sad and angry.

"Well there's my ride." Alex grumbled underneath her breath and turned to Lena, her eyes still a little bloodshot. "See ya Lena, and talk to you soon, okay?"

Lena smiles and nods. Alex rolls out, following Maggie, pretending to be ashamed like a puppy who did something wrong. But really, she felt no remorse.

The car ride is long and silent. Maggie bursts from the pressure of the quietness, as if it was crushing her. As if it was slowly tightening its icy hands around her chest, making her pop.

"What the hell, Alex? First you manipulate me into taking you to a bar of all damn places, then you secretly meet up with Lena Luthor? Are you crazy? What has gotten into you lately?" She scolds, sounding like an angry mom who just found out their kid smoked cigarettes.

Alex doesn't say anything. She sits in the back, her head leaned against the window, staring out to the racing street signs and passing building.

Maggie scoffs. "Okay, so you're not going to say anything? Nothing at all?" She glances into the front mirror, seeing Alex looking like someone had just kicked her puppy. She seems sad. And not sad, like pathetic drunk sad, like sad as if she is suddenly facing reality again after seeing it from a blurry, hungover standpoint for two years.

But she just thinks that she is actually facing her death, head on, unlike she has ever done before. And she can tell, just by the way she twitches nervously and the random headaches, she is desperate for alcohol like she has never seen before. She craves it, her mouth waters at the thought and she wants so badly just one shot.

"Ya know, you should really be focused on the road." Alex says, sensing her gaze. Her voice, she can recognize that tone. It's empty and devoid.

Maggie tears her eyes away and lets silence take over the car ride once again.

Maggie was right about one thing. The addiction to the booze that is slowly tearing Alex up inside. But she was wrong about another.

She is not facing Kara's death head on, no that is not why she's sad. She's sad because she can't beleive that she has never went out to find her. To at least try and look for her. But she was having too much fun at het own pity party to find a reason to get out of bed and do it.

She was scared of getting hurt all over again. She was scared to face this thing called hope because all it ever did for her in the past was dig a deeper hole so it can crash down in it. Every. Single. Time.

It always brought her and her family pain and heart break, but yet her sister stayed dependent on it when everyone else had given up. And sometimes, Alex even hates her for that. It was hope that got her killed and hope that got Alex into an unbreakable cycle of addictions.

And now, she must force herself to see what Supergirl saw. Hope.