AN~ Read on. Ith.
I was hanging over a seemingly bottomless pit. That wasn't what scared me. It was the fact that it was only me hanging on to it. I had no harness, no rope tying me to the rope I was hanging on to. Nothing. I felt adrenalin pump through my veins as one of my hands slipped off the rope that was holding me above the never ending abyss. I held on to the rope with everything I had, trying to stay suspended above the dark pit.
I failed.
I screamed as my other hand slipped off the rope, sending me down into the black hole. A thought drifted into my mind just before my body hit the ground with a sickening splat:
If killing yourself was the only way out of Hell, would you do it?
I woke up, screaming in a pain that was so real a few seconds ago. I heard a loud boom of thunder as the lightning storm raged on outside. My whole body shook as I white knuckled the thin sheets that covered my twin sized bed. I knew, just knew, that in a few seconds someone would come bursting through that door and demand-
"Are you Okay?" it was logan. It just had to be Logan. He looked like he was pulled out of his own nightmare, his skin looked white and pasty, with sweat running down his forehead. All six of his adamantium claws were out, ready to maul anyone within close proximity.
"I'm fine." I barely whispered as the rest of the whole frickin' X-Men came pouring into my slightly large room.
"Whats going on?" "What happened?" "Why was there screaming?" was the gist of the scattered words from my teammates mouths, giving me one large headache. Professor came in last, calmly splitting the crowd of mutant teens like the red sea.
"Laura, what happened?" I knew that Professor already knew what happened, I knew he didn't have to ask.
"Nightmare, I'm fine though. No need to worry." I tried to give a real enough looking smile as every one murmured good night's on their way back to their rooms. After a few minutes of convincing that- no, this wasn't some full scale psychological problem that I had, and yes- I was fine, to Ororo, she left. Now only Logan and Professor remained.
"Laura, your nightmares have been occurring a lot more frequently lately, do you wish to talk about it?" Professor asked, ever so calm.
"No, I don't want to talk about it. But Professor?" he looked up at me, "Can you make them stop?"
"I'm not sure I could, short of putting up a mental wall from your sub-conscious and all of your memories, good and bad."
"Then do that. I just want to sleep." my eyes dropped to the floor. I was tired, hadn't gotten a wink of sleep all week, I was getting sick of being afraid to fall asleep, terrified I might actually fall asleep in school and wake up screaming.
"Laura, that could be a danger to you, and everyone else here, you'd forget us, Logan, your time at Hydra, you'd forget everything. I can't risk that. I am sorry." with that, Professor wheeled out of my room, leaving me alone with Logan.
Wonderful. Just fudgin' wonderful.
"Kid, you know I'm not goin' ta lecture ya, if ya wanna to talk about it, I'll listen. If ya don't, that's fine." Logan retracted his claws, but made up for it by sniffing the air deeply.
"I don't, Logan. I just want to sleep." he nodded and walked out of my room, closing the door behind him. Silence. I needed silence. I needed to get away from all the electronic buzzing, I need to get away from all the teens residing here, I need away from their loud voices and their out-put opinions. In training, I wasn't aloud to talk, and if I did I was punished.
I looked around my room, seeing everything that was there; my desk, with all of my handwriting practices spread out, a few pencils and an endless amount of pens; my closet, all of my leather hung up or folded neatly and the doors securely closed; my bed side table, holding my lamp and a picture of all the X-Men carefully framed. Nothing was in my floor, everything had it's place, and everything was in it's place.
I pulled the thin sheet away from me as I threw my legs over the side of my bed, and got to my feet. The wooden floor was cold and it woke me up immediately. I shook my head of any remaining memories from my dream as I walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. I turned the shower water on, testing the warm water. I stripped off my pajamas and climbed in.
The water was just above room temperature, and I turned the cold water down and the hot water up. It stung a little bit at first, but after a few seconds, it got better. I didn't grab the shampoo, I didn't touch the conditioner, and I stayed away from the body wash. I wasn't here to clean myself, I was here wash out the memories. I waited until my skin was raw from the heat of the water to I turned it off.
I stepped out of the shower into a steam filled room, I was barely able to see because of the steam. It was startling really, to step out of what felt like the hottest shower in my life and come out into a cold room.
I shook these thoughts from my head and tried my best to keep my mind clear as I walked back down the hall to my room. I opened my door and was surprised that it was not as empty as I had planned it to be.
"X23. How good to see you again."
"Madam Hydra. Can't say that this is a pleasant surprise." I remarked, moving over to my closet, pretending that she wasn't there. I got to my closet, opened it and got a pair of leather pants, a forest green tank top, and a leather jacket. I knew I wasn't going back to sleep.
"I would rather you go back to bed then go around, securing your territory like an animal." Madam Crazy-Pants mumbled to herself.
"You have no control over what I do now. So don't give your opinion." I growled. It was hard to resist the urge of ripping her thought out right here and now, but I held onto the sanity I had left and fought the urges. I dropped my towel and changed into my selection of leather, the last ting I did in the room was grab my boots. I put them on in the hallway, walking silently, as I went down to the danger room. I heard M.H. Walk down the hallway behind me, expecting me to turn around and follow orders like a good little weapon.
"What do you want?" I snarled, turning on my heel and facing her.
"You." with that simple word I felt two needles fly into my neck, injecting me with some sleep drug. I dropped to the ground like a sack of adamantium. One thought flitted through my mind before everything went black:
If killing yourself was the only way out of Hell, would you do it?
AN~ So. . . continue?