Hurting(Open)

[Kielar Maximoff]

Kielar sat in a bar in the far corner by himself. He was a regular at the place not because he drank but because he performed there. Kielar Maximoff was not the same person anymore though. It was hard top get over the death of your sister and often he tensed up at just the thought of moving on. She had been there when he tried to kill himself and was there for everything after. They had been born together, they had lost their mother together, they had grown up and apart together, they had found each other again, and now there was an empty space.

She was gone.

She wasn't coming back.

His sister.

His other half.

Kielar didn't know what to do. He didn't know how he could laugh again without having her smack him upside the head when he got to loud. He was lost. He hated the X-men. He hated himself. It was not the same. It was just too different without her. Kielar would wake up in the morning expecting Karla to be fighting with him over the bathroom. He woke up to nothing now though.

The young man stood up finally and grabbed his guitar before making his way to the small stage. He sat on the stool and pulled the mic towards him as he quickly tuned the guitar in his hand. He began to sing, just like he used to, only it wasn't the same, the song was slower, and very deep.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let ?em out

I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though
Goin' on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay
But that's not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin' so much to say
And watchin' you walk away

And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And havin' so much to say
(Much to say)
And watchin' you walk away

And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do, oh
Oh yeah

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin' so much to say
(To say)
And watchin' you walk away

And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do

Not seein' that lovin' you
That's what I was trying to do, ooo


As the song ended many people looked on at him, several clapped. The emotion had been true, come from his soul. He was hurting. His sister was gone. His sister was an angel and he was left here, lost and alone.

[Katrina Davidson]

Katrina Davidson sat at the far end of the bar her black streaked hair was pinned back, her outfit looked like something out of the eighties but she hadn't come to make a fashion statement she came to hear the music applauding when others did she downed her second shot of Tequila then looked at the time she was on her break since she worked at the bar someone had to keep the brotherhood in check, she just happened to be the leader. '' That was Really good she would have loved it I'm sure.'' She said as she lifted the slab of wood then snuck back in behind the bar again slamming it down she started to wash her shot glasses, wondered if she was supposed to Pay Kielar or not Lennie never told her anything and it irritated her.

[Kielar Maximoff]

Kielar said nothing as he sat at the bar. He had nothing to say, he shouldn't have even been there, singing. Karla had encouraged him to much to pursue it when nobody else even cared. Maybe that was why he was still here, maybe it was a way he could hold onto her. She loved hearing him sing, coming to every show, her smile brightening up the crowd. Karla had been proud of her brother. Turning to Katrina he looked at her, seeming lost and confused. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He was at a loss for words now. He wanted to thank the woman for the compliment, but instead stood up and moved to the far back table in the bar.

Sitting down, his elbows placed on the table his head rested in his hands. His eyes were shut tightly as he tried to hold back his emotions. He couldn't break down here, he couldn't let people see him being weak. With a shaky hand he reached into his guitar bag and pulled out a bottle of medication, taking out two pills he took them quickly with the bottle of water he had. He looked back towards the bar and then back at the table. It was took late now to thank the woman, he probably came off as an asshole. It was intended, but the thought of Karla lingered in his mind. She would have smacked him for singing such a sad song, would have smacked him again for making her cry. He let out a soft laugh at the thought of that. Karla always loved sitting in when he wrote songs, so she would be the first one to hear them. Now, nobody would hear them.

[Renee]

Half an hour later Renee and the boys skidded in, looking around she saw the place was still open so they hadn't missed there chance to preform. Moving over to the bar Renee looked to the girl "I'm sorry we're late we got kinda lost" She said with a small smile as the three boys moved on stage and got out there equipment. The drummer lightly drummed to make sure it hadn't bee messed with. The bar wasn't very busy but the crowd was good enough that they could get a good vibe going because for some reason it felt a little glum.

Taking off her jacket she fixed her shirt, it was pain purple and said I play drums on it nothing fashionable just worn for pure comfort. Moving onto the small stage Renee put her hands in her pockets and rocked on the balls of her feet as she waited for the instruments to be tuned. When her guitar was tuned she took it and put the strap over her head playing a few cords she wanted to get herself used to it even though she only played the first intro cords she wanted to play them right. Playing the cords a little louder she wanted the people to know they where about to start.

Renee saw a few people look there way so with this she played the first few cords to the song already smiling as she was always happiest when she was playing, when she had played them she quickly passed the guitar to the lead guitarist and moved to the Mic stand.

Give me attention
I need it now
Too much distance
To measure it out, out loud

Chasing patterns
Across a personal map
An' making pictures
Where the lines overlap
Where the lines overlap

No one is as lucky as us
We're not at the end but
But we already won
No no, no one
Is as lucky as us
Is as lucky as us

Call me over
And tell me how
You got so far
Never making a single sound

I'm not used to it
But I can learn
There's nothing to it
I've never been happier
I've never been happier

No one is as lucky as us
We're not at the end but
But we already won
Oh no, no one
Is as lucky as us
Is as lucky as us

Now I've got a feeling if I sang this loud enough, you
Would sing it back to me
I've got a feeling if I sang this loud enough, you
Would sing it back to me

I've got a feeling
(I've got a feeling)
That you, will sing it back to me
You, will sing it back to me

No one is as lucky as us
We're not at the end but
But we already won
Oh no, no one
Is as lucky as us
Is as lucky as us
Is as lucky as us

Renee couldn't help but feel buzzed when the song was done, she loved the great vibe it gave jumping off the stage she moved over to the bar and sat on the stool " Hey could I get a......Lemonade two cokes and a water please" she asked with a smile to the woman working the bar.