Story Title :Addicted Part One of Three (for now)
Author: NightBloomingJasmine2, but you guys can call me whatever nickname you want.
Charcter Plots: MSR, SPOV, MAngst.
Summary: Scully is addicted, Mulder is leaving in two days. What will she do, what will he do...?
Okay I wrote this to relieve myself of some stress in my life, so don't be
alarmed. I might use it to lead me into my next story, Updated so hey I was
looking through my stories and I found this. I forgot about this, but I'm going
to add to it I'm going to change it. I was listening to Addicted and I think I
will use that as inspiration.
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To hell with Mulder, I hate what he stands for. I hate the fact that he cares more about his precious ass X-files then he does about me.
Why the hell am I always getting the raw end of the deal, the short end of the
miniature ass stick?
I'm tired of always doing what people expect of me and never getting back
anything in return.
I'm tired of running around saving his ass. I no longer feel obligated to cover
for him in front of those god damn FBI heads.
All I ask for is a little bit of respect. But, I can't even achieve that much from Mulder, so who the hell am I kidding if I think I can get it from any other man on this god forsaken planet.
I don't see my life getting any better in these certain circumstances and I don't see why I have any reason left to stay here.
It's best that I leave.
I think that's what I'll do; I'll leave and start anew. Mulder won't give two shits anyway. He's to busy running after those stupid aliens and that cigarette smoking son of a bitch, than to see what I really want, forget him. Forget about all the time and effort I put in to helping his cause.
Somewhere though, it became my cause, but Ha, was that due to the fact that my only sister was killed or to the fact that I got cancer because of those bastards.
I've learned in the pass few months that people who you think care for you; don't really give two shits in the end. I'm left once again to pick up the pieces and eradicate everything that caused the problem. But this time is going to be different this time. I'm not letting anyone into my soul, into me. I'll be "fine" by myself.
All that's left is me. And I need to assemble my own way, on my own with no one, just Dana Katherine Scully, no M.D. or Special Agent.
Just Dana…………………….
But what the hell am I thinking, I'm hooked on him, like an addiction, I'll try and leave and he'll come after me and I'll go back. What's wrong with me? It's like the only company I seek is him. Why can't I just let go, just leave, just breath.
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