RisiGurlRox

-One-shot-

Hey everyone! It has been awhile since I last posted anything, which I'm not one for creating things unless they come to me first. Hopefully this is enjoyable to you as a reader, and I look forward to your reviews!

Rating: I don't think there is any offensive language/etc., but T just to be safe.

Disclaimer: I, in sound mind and body, affirm that I do not own X-men: Evolution.

I AM…

It's a flash, a slight tease, of the texture of another's skin. That is, before the pain prickles up from the touch to my brain, as I am met with another lifetime. A stranger's life, their worries and hopes, a friend's dark secrets best kept hidden, or an enemy's reasoning and ambition. I have lived countless lives. I have experienced happy childhoods, sad childhoods, graduating college, being a drop out, to being tortured and ridiculed, and everything between. I have been a victim, a warrior, a son, a hero, a liar, a father, a billionaire, a daughter, a thief, a goddess, a mistake, a mother, a tool. I have the memories to prove it. I have the knowledge of many different subjects locked up in my brain. So many interesting and dull facts and tidbits of information that I can call upon if I want. I don't. Want to, that is.

I have seen death, and the miracle that is life. Although I will never know the feeling of being a mother myself, I have experienced that warming miracle. I can be considered world weary, and that is why I may seem unapproachable. Because no one will ever come close to knowing the suffering I have experienced by my own hand. Others may think that their lives are hard and that no one can understand what they have gone through, but with one touch I will understand their entire lives. However, no one will ever understand mine.

Psychics, while they do hear voices, cannot fathom the constant stream of whispering of every voice in my head. Every voice is a person and every person has their own thoughts, so they critique my life in whispers that grow in volume. I also get nostalgic memories from them throughout the day. When they get unruly I have to focus on who I am. Sometimes, I wonder if the person I appear to be is not who I really am.

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RisiGurlRox