Memory Lane

Chapter 42: Not While I'm Around

Performed songs: Not While I'm Around by Stephen Sondheim
Mentioned songs: Little Fall of Rain performed by Samantha Barks and Eddie Redmayne
Inspired songs: Run Away With Me by Kerrigan-Lowdermilk
(Fun fact: if you can guess who the new psychologist character is based off of, I'll give you a cookie and the reassurance that this is not a fanfic. It's still an original story. Though with the previous characters introduced (exception of Officer Q) you can probably guess who it is. On another note, I should probably give you guys another hint to how diverse the music group is via accents.)

The days flowed past and it felt like nothing changed yet everything did.

Rex had woken up and was taken for therapy and all of that sort of jazz. He was reportedly having nightmares, so much so that it impeded his recovery. It caused a twang of pity in many people, but some were still actively calling for his head.

Slowly, people had returned to school, eyes still downcast and jumpy. It had a way more lasting effect than the court case, considering that this one hit them out of the blue.

Well, mostly.

Violet was back in school, excused from any strenuous activity. Rehearsals were not back on yet, though there was some unspoken agreement that she was allowed back onto the team. Since they exceeded the minimum amount of members with both Jesse and Miguel joining, it would not matter if they accepted her back. But they did, and that spoke volumes to her.

There were still spots under construction and repair, particularly the Head Office. She snuck in once, just to survey the damage.

There were still bits of glass everywhere and scant traces of blood. The curtain was ripped, she remembered Falcon regaling her with an illusionist escape. She played it off as a joke, but Violet could see the bags under her eyes and the exhaustion lacing her voice, not to mention angry red lines marring her arms from scratching, scratching, clawing.

Violet does not ask. Falcon gives her no opportunity to, filling silences with jokes and tales and taunts and words- empty words that meant far from what was needed to be said. It was written on Falcon's face anyways.

I'm such a mess.

Why did I do that?

I can't sleep.

I can't eat.

I can't be happy.

I don't deserve to be happy.

I don't deserve her.

I'm a monster.

The days were also quite hectic, inbetween investigations and all of that. Violet read about it, argued the case, trying every bit of way she can until Detective Melissa and Officer Grant, who are the ones keeping an eye on Falcon and Rex during their 'watch period' finally get her to settle down.

She saw them a lot more often afterwards, lingering in the hallways even though Falcon and Rex were still at the hospital. She had a feeling they were also assigned to watch the group in general, or maybe they were just worried.

Anyways, the Head Office.

The radio was still hanging and not replaced. It was destroyed, a stray bullet must have destroyed it. There were still bullet pockmarks on the wall, but papers were cleaned up. There were bits of cards littered on the floor, covered in dried blood. There were some cards found under the cabinets where they just slid under and were not picked up. Violet made a mental note to buy Falcon a replacement pack of Banshees. Miguel had off-handedly mentioned that she had been wearing out her Banshees and found that she was very outdated with cards.