Wow, it's been a long time since I've put anything up. Well, short story: things have been hectic, school got harder, I played tennis. There's been a lot of family drama lately, so I've just been trying to survive, but this randomly came to me at 4:05 AM.
What it is is basically a thank-you letter to Professor Xavier. It's from no one in particular, possibly Rogue or Cyclops.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And I repeat, nothing.
To Professor Xavier of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters:
I know it has been several years since we've spoken, or even seen each other, but I needed to leave. I needed time away. So much has been happening, as you well know, and I suppose I couldn't handle it. All this death… I'm tired of people dying. I still believe that one day we will all live in harmony, or at least be accepted as the same race, but I'm tired of death. I'm tired of having to care for people who try to kill me, who would easily take me to an alley and beat me to a bloody pulp. I admire you and all of the X-Men, who are able to continue fighting. But me? I was never a fighter.
I'm not even sure why I'm writing this now, after five years. I guess I owe you an apology. I'm sorry for all of this. I'm sorry that you gave so much to me, and I hardly repaid you. You always did so much, and never expected a thing in return. You treated me, and all of us students, as your children, and fulfilled our every need. You took in me, the kid who no one ever really wanted, but liked to think they helped. No one helped me, but then you stepped in. You always had my best interests at heart, and simply offered a hand. Teenage years are rough as it is, but mutants have it even worse. I don't understand, though. I've never understood why they hated us so much. I don't see the difference. Some people can sing (I definitely can't). I have an extra power, but so what? Some people are just scared, like you always said. I never really knew how right you were until I stepped out into this world.
It's a scary world, and I miss the safety of the mansion, but I'm glad I left. I needed to survive on my own. I needed to become who I was meant to be, and I wanted to work for myself. Get down and dirty and scrape a living, you know. I miss the school though. I miss sitting through class and playing in the rec room, and eating dinner with everyone. Just the thought of all that amazing food makes my stomach growl. I haven't eaten so well these past years, but I could almost eat the memories up.
I suppose I'm just writing to tell you thank you. For everything. For taking me in and filling my basic needs. For loving me when no one else did. For loving me when you didn't have to. For not treating me like a leper and giving me a hope, and for preparing me. The world is filled with dangerous people and places, and not enough people like you. Thank you, and I'm sorry. I won't promise you I will come back, because you know that would be a lie. But I'll try. You might see me come driving in one day. Maybe.
With sincere love,
Your eternal student.