This is a midnighter's poem from melissa's POV. r and r please. and please don't flame. I don't own midnighters.
I hate being away from Bixby
It sucks
And now, there isn't any quiet at midnight
Too many of us out there
I'm stuck with Flyboy Jonathan and Jessica
Jonathan being all depressed
because Jess is stuck in the blue time, forever
I know what it is like
I left Rex behind in Bixby
I don't know how I go through the day without him
During the day, Flyboy and I drive
Then, at midnight, he goes back
to where we were the day before
using his special acrobat powers
and brings jess up to us
It's slow work
Especially if there is only an hour a night
So far, we haven't found anyone else
But, I know they're out there
I can hear them
We just keep heading for the prize
New York City
Then, we'll try and talk to them
Tell them just what is going on
Still there is no danger
No darklings are left
They are all hidden
or dead
Killed by the sacrifice
of Jessica Day
No need for Dess
Miss Polymath
Thank God
She hates me
For what I did to her
I read her mind
So what?
It saved Rex
That's all that matters
Any way
It would have been bad without her
As much as I hate it we need her
For naming and crafting
The steel and the thirteen
I envy her though
She's with Rex
And I'm not
Rex
I miss him
No need to say that
Can't call him
Now he hates phones
All the electronics
The darkling part taking over
He is better
Sort of
More in control
Less scary
I can just feel it
There is some connection
Between us
I can still hear him call me
Cowgirl
Now we must move on
From what we see
Blue time is everywhere
Everyone must know
At least the midnighters
So I must go on
Tolerate Flyboy and Jess
Tolerate the voices
Tolerate the loneliness
In hope
Hope of seeing him again
Hope of curing him
Hope of it being the way
It once was
Letting me out
Of my personal Midnight