Here is the Forgive Me by Evanescence themed chapter. :) I am prrreeettttyyyy sure the next chapter is going to be Poison and Wine by the Civil Wars and then Pain by Three Days Grace, not too sure, depends one what mood my muse is in... anyway. Enjoy. :)

Can you forgive me again? I don't know what I said, but I didn't mean to hurt you. I heard the words come out, it felt like I would die, hurt so much to hurt you. Then you look at me, you're not shouting anymore, you're silently broken. I would give anything now, to kill those words for you.

Erik wakes with a headache, he scowls at the gun lying next to him before he tosses it away. He looks at the helmet for a moment, as if wondering if he should wear it or not.

'You're an early riser, you know that?' he hears the moan in his mind and he smirks.

"You happen to be the one insisting on being in my thoughts lately, you can deal with it, party boy." Erik says, opting to leave the helmet where it is. He frowns. "So… I'm going to go have a shower, want to get out of my thoughts now?" He hears the horrified, surprised squeak in his mind and he smirks.

'I did not need that mental image, Erik, you know I can never un-see that! You could have just said you need to go have a shower, not barrage me with images of you in the shower! Jesus' the complaining disappears and Erik smirks as he heads off to shower.

The moment he steps out of the bathroom, dressed in a tidy black suit, he feels the presence in his mind again.

"How are we doing, Charles?" he says, finding his shoes.

'Oh, I'm onto my fifth bottle of Brain Bleach and still going strong, Hank has dutifully and loyally started ignoring my requests for more alcohol, Sean has made It painfully obvious that I am not to ask him for any anymore, and the students are obviously no go areas…' Charles jokes as he sits in the garden, having been washed and clothed by the time it took Erik to finish showering. Erik chuckles.

"Ah, see now, Charles, they're smart, it's far too early in the day for you to be getting intoxicated, then they'd have to deal with you singing to them in their minds. Lord knows it'll be the shortest any school has been open if that happens." Erik replies, standing up and heading to the door, grabbing his jacket on the way out. "Now, if I kindly leave the helmet off are you going to cause me trouble?" he says, hand on the doorknob.

'No, though, if you leave the helmet off, I do expect to meet you for lunch under the satellite. We can talk…' Erik sighs and an image of the Eiffel tower crosses his mind. 'Come now, Erik, you're going to use the pitiful excuse of 'I am in another country' to get out of having lunch with your best friend? You wound me deep, my friend. You wound me deep…' Charles trails off as Erik's mind screams at him with Charles' voice.

'You did! You did! You did! You did! She didn't do this! Erik, you did! You did! You did!' it screams, Erik smashes his head against the door violently, his hand crushing the metal doorknob. 'You did! You did! She didn't do this! You did!'

'Erik!' Charles calls desperately to his friend, who is whimpering as he slams his head against the door again. 'Erik, stop, please, you have a concussion, please.'

'Want to press your luck, Charles? I don't think I can stop them all.' Erik screams as he throws the metal objects in his room around, he can't... Suddenly he feels a sense of calmness wash over him and his knees fall out from beneath him and he falls to the floor.

'Erik, listen to me, not the me you have stuck circling your mind, screaming at you, blaming you, destroying you, breaking you, not that me. Listen to me. I want you to meet me at the satellite at lunch time today, no excuses, Erik. And leave the helmet behind, or put it somewhere safe, I don't care, just don't bring it with you. I can't talk to you if I can't find you and if I can't find you, I can't help you. Please, Erik?' Erik nods, hands gripping in his hair, head pounding, heart beating much too fast.

"Yes, yes alright, Charles. Alright." He says taking deep breaths.

'Good. I'll see you later, Erik.' Charles says, his voice fading from Erik's mind. Erik slams his head against the door as soon as he's sure Charles is gone, he ignores the way the world swirls for him, he does have a concussion, after all. Charles struggles to breathe as he buries his head in his hands. Erik took away his ability to walk while he took away Erik's ability to breathe, to think clearly; to live. "I'm so sorry, Erik." He whispers to the wind as memories of those precious last moments on the beach just mere months ago roll through his mind.

(Hehe... don't lie Charles, you saved those images of naked Erik to your memory bank, didn't you?) BRAIN! GET OUT OF THE GUTTER! AHH! :P

R&R