Yah. I was given permission by a wonderful author, Sue Sue Magoo, to use her idea of writing suicide letters from the X-Evo cast. It includes X-Men, Brotherhood, etc…everyone I want to add!!! So really, this is not a story, but its still a lot of fun to read. And hey, check out Sue Sue Magoo 's story Letters. It inspired me to do this. So hope you enjoy!! Thank you Sue!!!! And please review!!!
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I just exposed myself to cyanide that this institute had in its infirmary. Didn't know you had something like that there. But, now I only have a couple minutes to write this. I guess you could expect this from me. I look the part of suicidal teen, an idiotic statistic. I hate every one of you. I really do. Yes, I know what you're thinking: ' Poor lowly goth girl rambles about her angst. Oh just get over it.' Everyone has angst, I know, but if you expect me to fucking live without the touch of another being, you have to be kidding. Knowing that I can never be in love without a price, knowing you cant even have a baby even if you did get pregnant…
A couple weeks ago, I had been contemplating this, so I had one last resort before I would. I went to sperm bank, and bought some from a healthy donor. I thought if the baby came from me, I could touch it. That I could love it and feels it's soft skin holding my finger, calling mama. I dreamed. I prayed. I cried. And in the end, it had died. After 2 months. And the most disgusting part was that I could see what the baby was thinking in my womb. It was brief, and very primitive thought. It didn't make much since, just worried about food, more food, and resting. After the embryo's thought I could see it melt away inside my stomach all because of my mutation. Then, I threw up. I threw up the closest thing I had to loving someone; to having someone to care for. So you see, I am a murderer as well. I am forever cursed to have no one. You're so lucky, you know. Not having to worry about touching. It must be so wonderful. Maybe in hell I'll be able to touch, whether a good thing or bad. I just can't take it any longer living with this on going burden. When you find me, don't touch my skin. Leave me to stay as the 'untouchable murderer' for eternity. It's a good title for me I think. Tell Mystique if you wish. Not that she would care. It seems I did ramble about my angst. I doubt you even read this far. You probably skimmed and looked at the name on the bottom.
Enviously,
Rogue