Strawberry Fields Forever

AN: It's a Beatles song, but I'm more familiar with the Across The Universe soundtrack version. The one that goes with the movie. So, I used that version.
Also, I'm not depressed, I'm actually reasonably happy. The song called to me, wanted a story. This is what formulated.

Disclaimer: If I owned anything the Beatles did, wow, I'd be rich. Also, I don't own any X-Men. Another thing that would potentially make me rich.


Was it possible for her to die. Yes, she decided. She'd been experimenting. She'd wanted a tattoo. It would just fade away as quickly as it was put on. She wanted it to stay.

If she focused, focused on not healing. It would stay. Her concentration had been broken a few times and she'd had to redo it, but the knowledge stayed.

Lexa wanted to die. She knew how to do it.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

With her own claws she cut her wrists, her legs, her neck. Every part of her she could reach. She was so used to pain. It didn't even bother her.

Blood spilled everywhere. So red, everything so red. Scarlett, scarlett. The perfect word. Her blood came from her scars. She could feel herself starting to slip.

She couldn't be happier.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.

They'd ask why. Why did she want to die? Why did she kill herself? It couldn't have been an accident, her power wouldn't allow for that.

If she was still there to answer them, she would have told them.

'He's dead. I can't feel myself anymore. I waited, waited for my heart to heal. Nothing helped. I still feel so empty. It's getting harder and harder to pretend to be okay.'

'I can only live when I dream.'

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Memories haunted her. Him, his face. Everything about him.

Killed by something so flat, something so ordinary in his extraordinary life.

Irony.

She was starting to pass out. She had to hold on to her focus. She couldn't let herself heal. So hard.

Blood, scarlett blood. It went on forever.

Always, no, sometimes, think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think, er no, I mean, er yes, but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.

Just a little longer. She could feel the life leaving her.

What would he think?

Had he ever said.

No, she didn't think so, but, maybe.

Lexa couldn't be sure.

'It doesn't matter now. Did it ever matter?'

Let me take you down. 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Now she was free. Maybe he was waiting.