Rogue is messed up and depressed. Good thing she has an angel to help.
Wrecked
Why am I such a monster? Why am I like this? Why? Why!
Always alone. Never Loved. Never touched.
Why is this my destiny? My future. Why must it be like this?
Why have I never been kissed? Am I ever missed? Am I ever loved? Or just in the way.
I cry and I cry, but for what? More disappointment.
I want to be normal, like everyone else. Average. Instead of a freak who can't touch anybody.
Its wrong, who I am, I'm tired…I'm sick. I just wanna bang my fists, and cry. Cry out, and cry inside.
Even though I already do that. My insides tear apart. To be so alone. To see him with her, and her with him and me…with no one.
Forever will this be? Or will I ever be free, from this life thrust upon me and not asked for.
The tears don't and won't stop, because I have no reason to. Why should I? Nobody cares about me, or what I do, or what happens…to me.
Nobody cares.
They'd pick their sports cars and their designer clothing before they'd pick me, dressed in the simplest of garments.
My heart is cold, and frozen, by all those people who have burned me, hurt me, made these tears.
I am isolated from the world.
If I died, they'd throw a party.
If I left, they'd cheer.
If I stay, they'll continue ignoring me.
Stay or leave?
Live or die?
What's the difference? Nobody will care, everyone hates me. I'm the villain.
And I'm lonely.
"Why do you cry, young lady?"
I look up, surprised to see the angel in my window. He is beautiful. His wings are spread far apart, sitting in the sky like magic. He had a toned body, for he wears no shirt, only a pair of faded jeans. His hair is blonde and short. His eyes trance me.
"Because I feel like it," I snap at him, why am I so cruel? But his face only softens. "Do not cry," he blushes, "It hurts me."
"Hurts you?" I ask, with heavy emphasis on the you. "Somebody as lovely as you should not be crying. Why are you crying young woman?"
"I'm lonely." Geez, I sound like a baby- crying to some stranger.
"Then I will keep you company," he whispers softly to me.
"Why?" I asked, idiotic once again. "Because you feel how I feel, and together we may solve it together."
I feel something inside. Kind words spoken to me. My cold heart melts.
Love blossoms.