Charlotte McBride/Nick Burkhardt (littlegrimm) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-11-20 22:45:00 |
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WHO: Charlotte McBride (can stand alone but OTA if anyone is in Eugene)
WHERE: The boarding house in Eugene, Oregon
WHEN: Late Sunday 11/20 into early Monday 11/21
WHAT: Charlotte finally hits the depression stage post virus
WARNINGS: Religion issues galore due to past as a Trueborn
Charlotte had finally picked up her violin for the first time (at least beyond classes) since her return from Portland and Nick's Grimm trailer.
She had not been able to attend any funerals or memorial services out of sheer fear: especially after getting a heads up that the Trueborns were in full protest mode. That alone triggered a truckload of guilt: Charlotte had fought as hard as she could against the sect even now but those old wounds had not totally healed even with time and physical distance. She could still hear the protests in her heart even now,"Kill the freaks!" being a favorite battle cry along with "Go straight to hell!"
Even now she still had worth issues from those days,"Deserve this, deserve every tear I've had to cry." she whispered. But the sirens call of her violin had other ideas as she took it out of its case.
But as the bow finally started to play pieces that would act as an emotional memorial the memories were roaring back of the summer she had escaped. There had been another virus, Nick popping into her brain with the advice to abandon Chicago and just run, getting sick and escaping the clinic post cure and everything in between.
That time she had found the community and was placed in the Chicago boarding house. It had started her on the road back from being a meek robot to a vibrant young co-ed. But after the memory blank and discovering that not just her caretaker was among the dead but so was the bulk of her former boarding house. That had caused a tear fit in the trailer before the long ride back to Eugene. But now she was finally crying for all her losses: from her parents to the first outbreak to now.
It just took picking up her violin again.
"Music has always been there." she realized, the violin having helped her work her way across the south after the first outbreak and now was the fuel to become a working musician once done with school. But for now it was the tool to a badly needing memorial, if only for its player to properly mark everyone she had lost. The tears flowed freely through the pieces, for a moment the player finally able to mourn.
Beyond the Veil (Credit: Lindsey Stirling)
Shatter Me (Credit: Lindsey Stirling)
But as Charlotte played one final piece the smallest of smiles escaped. The piece had been a crowd favorite during a few nights of street performances in Portland pre outbreak and it reminded her of music's power, if only for a moment she could forget.
Electric Daisy Violin (Credit: Lindsey Stirling)
"The heart never forgets." she whispered as the final notes faded into the Oregon night. Tonight she would finally cry but soon she would start properly facing her returned demons. "After I deal with Thanksgiving." a day she wanted to badly ignore.