Hi. This is my first fic, but I'll try not to make it into an excuse to suck. This was actually written for my L/A class, and it had to be from 250-350 words, so it's pretty short.
Trapped
By Shirt_Ninja Impersonator
It was dark.
It was dark and she was alone.
Looking at her reflection in the shadowy mirror, she could vaguely make out a pale face with white-streaked hair framing it.
I'm tired of being me, she thought. I just wish I could be someone else. Anyone.
She sighed as she took a look at her surroudings. Bare floors and walls enclosed her, looking frighteningly devoid of life, and the silence in the Brotherhood House was almost deafening. The only light was that of the full moon, creeping through the window.
It almost seemed she was trapped in her own head, her thoughts driving herself insane. She closed her eyes and listened to her steady heartbeat, struggling to shut out the unwanted thoughts from her head.
It didn't work.
She thought about what it would be like to be Miss Jean, be happy and perfect and admired, instead of just the goth freak that sat in the corner and never smiled and rarely spoke.
She hated Jean Grey, as much as it was possible to hate a person. She hated het because Miss Grey had what she never could, popularity, happiness. But mostly, she hated her for being able to touch without killing. Miss Jean took for granted what she would die to have.
Of course, she could always absorb her, steal her memories and 'abilities' with a simple touch. But it wouldn't be the same. She would still be shunned, still be the scary goth girl.
Because noone could, noone would, see beyond her looks, beyond her silence and fatal secrets.
It was dark, and she was alone. She wondered what the girl was doing right now. Probably talking to all her friends, she thought bitterly, watching a mouse skitter quickly across the floor.
Go on, mouse. Hurry back to your family, at least you have one.
Oh, how she hated Miss Jean Grey. She hated her because she had made much out of little, but Rogue had nothing to begin with.