K E E P H O L D I N G O N
I guess you could say I look out for Rogue. Ever since I met her, I can't help this fatherly feeling I have for her. She's like me, in a way. She's tough, but she's just a kid. I can't blame her for getting the cure. There's nothing like human touch.
Must've been painful for her. I know it was for me.
Every time I look at her… It's like we've known each other for a long time, it feels like we have a bond that no one can understand. In a way, we do have that bond.
That one night when I was having nightmares was one of the worst nights of my life. I couldn't believe I'd stabbed her. It just would not register. I saw the blood on her nightdress and I yelled for help. I couldn't stop the bleeding; I couldn't rid her face of the horror. Then she weakly reached her hand out, and touched the tips of her fingers gently to my face.
The sensation was bizarre. It was like a suctioning feeling, like all the blood in my face going to her fingertips. I gasped. It felt like the air in my lungs was being forced out, like she needed that, too. It was incredibly draining. As soon as her wound closed up, and I saw the pain leave her face, I blacked out, almost willingly. The Professor was there when I awoke, to tell me she was fine. I only blacked out so I could sleep and regain the energy I'd lost. It was the weirdest thing I'd ever felt. I understood why she never allowed herself to touch anyone.
I don't remember being close to anyone, except Rogue.
She never complained to me. Not once. I protected her like a sister, or a daughter; I don't know the difference.
I guess I could say I love her - but not too much. You end up hurt if you love someone too much.
Logan; he's done so much for me.
He was exactly what I was looking for. He was the answer to my prayers; I knew it the moment I laid eyes on him in that trashy bar. I knew there was something different about him.
There was that moment, we were both sitting at the bar, listening to the TV. I just happened to flick my eyes towards him, and he looked at me surreptitiously, hiding behind his cigar smoke. I then knew that we had something in common. It was the most wonderful thing in the world to know that I wasn't the only one with powers. I later learned that he was a mutant in a very different way, but still a mutant.
It gave me such courage to know that I could confide my secret in him; Courage enough to climb into his trailer and ultimately begin my adventure with him.
He taught me the value of believing in myself, and to trust my instincts.
In the end, I was elated to have him bring me back to Earth when I was going to run away. I would have made a bad choice, and he helped me make up my mind.
When Magneto captured me, I had never felt so scared in my entire life. It was a relief to see him when I regained consciousness. He saved my life, and I will forever be grateful for that. There's nothing you can say about Logan that could make me change my mind about him.
I'll admit I did have a sort of crush on him at one point, but I realized it was not so. I was just grateful for him taking care of me for that short time. Sometimes I wish he'd felt the same, but it just wasn't meant to be. He's too old for me, and I'm too juvenile for him.
I just hope that as long as I'm here for him, he'll be here for me.
Author: Thanks for reading. As you might have guessed, this was sort of inspired by Avril Lavigne's 'Keep Holding On'. I thought it was a fitting title. Thanks for reading! Please review!