Genre: Angst, & Hurt/Comfort.
Length: 290 words.
Pairing: Not sure.
Rating: Teen/PG-13.
Summary: Ororo goes missing, and when she comes back, she's not the same. She's changed.
Author's Note: This is a story I started last year, but never got around to finishing, despite how much I liked the idea. I've decided to continue this. It'll be a short or long series; I'm not sure which though. The person speaking in the prologue can be anyone you want, as long as it's a male character. I had someone in mind while I wrote this, but when I finished it, it seemed to change to someone else, and whenever I'd read it, another person would take his place, so I'm not sure who it is, but it somewhere between these characters: Scott, Warren, Kurt, John, & Bobby.
Dying Isn't Suicide...
Interlude I.
Three days, she went missing.
Three days of unstoppable rain, and on the fourth day she came back, with dark circles under her eyes, wearing nothing but a sleeveless white dress that barely covered her knees, which looked torn around the edges, smudged with dirt and blood. She was barefoot; her eyes were paler almost a shade of colorless blue.
She didn't smile, even though she came back, we all knew she was never going to be the same.
We lost her, when we were supposed to be saving her.
Her eyes were both hard and uncaring, or clouded with so many emotions that you could never tell how she was feeling. When had the silence become so loud? I almost miss her getting angry, I wish we could have helped her, but she just shut down entirely, her lips set in a tight line, words no longer leaving her dark lips.
She simply spends half her time staring out the window, she looks so lonely so sad, I almost wish I could cry for her if it would make her smile again.
I want to know who hurt her, and why she came back to us so broken, so lost, so confused, and I can only wonder about it every day.
But deep down, I can't get rid of the nagging feeling that it was us who did this to her, and so I pray to God, the God who I once adored with all of my heart, the one I betrayed. I pray for forgiveness, and I pray, for her soul to be healed.
Time is the only cure to her bitter wounds, but time cannot cure all wounds alone.
Ororo, please come back, we-I, I miss you...