B/N: I have decided to continue with this story…considering I'm still getting reviews for it…so due to the last review that I have gotten from Fox of The Nova I changed my mind and am now in the process of re-writing this story and continuing it!!
Prologue:
The lighting flashed as she sprang out of her bed, panting her hand found it's way to the medal chain laying between her pale breasts. Looking around she saw lighting flash. Making the dark night flash with light, filling the room with a soft Erie glow. Then just as quickly leaving it in the pitch black darkness it was before.
Closing her eye's she tried to fall back to sleep, trying to forget the images of the terrifying nightmare she just had. Realizing that it would be hopeless. she heaved a big sigh and clamored groggily out of her warm bed. Slipping on her robe and slippers that lay on the foot of her bed, she headed down the hall. Gliding across the floor with silent footsteps, hoping to not wake her fellow student's or her teacher's. Getting caught sneaking around at night wouldn't look good, especially if she was heading to his room.
Finally reaching the door she wanted she stopped in front of it, listening intently to see if he was still awake. She hated waking him up but she really did need to talk about this dream. Sighing she opened the door up as softly as she could, remembering the last time she woke him up from a dream. Shuddering at the memory she pushed it out of her mind and glanced into the room. A rather loud gasp erupted from her as her eye's fell onto the bed.
Laying there sound asleep was the man she was looking for...but on top of him was a woman who shouldn't have been there. A strong feeling to scream out with the pain and rage she felt over whelmed her, but she held it and shut the door as quietly and possible. Holding a hand over her mouth she ran down the halls as fast as her shaky legs could take her. Finally reaching her room, she shut her door and fell to the floor in a heap.
Finally she let the tears come, they poured down her pale face. Banging her fist against the carpeted floor, she chanted how she hated them over and over again.
' Why oh WHY? I thought he loved me! I thought he cared about me! I guess I was wrong, why am I such and idiot!? I mean who could love a girl like me, one that you have to have million layers pf clothing to be able to touch her! God what an idiot I was. Of coarse he would have gone after her, sense she broke up with Mr. perfect ...There's nothing here for me...nothing here for me to stay for I should just leave and save him the trouble of having to put up with me.'
Crying even more she made her way over to her closet, pulling it open in a quick jerk she yanked out all her clothes and threw them on her bed. She grabbed her duffel bag, the one that she used the first time so long ago to leave this place. With angry movements she tossed her clothes into there, not caring that the next day they would end up wrinkled and probably un wearable. The only thing she cared about was that she got away from the man who broke her heart.
When all the needed assessments where packed, she quickly glanced once more around the room, which had become her home after the 3 years she had been here. Glad that the professor had finally given her, her own room just after Logan left, it makes it easier to sneak out off. Before she left the house...before she left him she decided to write a letter, it was the least she could do for them all…and for him. Grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen, from her near by desk she jotted down a quick good bye letter and left it on her pillow.
Her hand ran down her swan like neck and it brushed along the cold medal that hung there. Growling she ripped it off her neck and threw it across the room, it clattered and slide across the floor landing against the wall. It didn't mean anything to him, he just gave it to her to shut her up. He never ment to come back for her…only to pursue the woman who had his heart from the start. Wiping the tears from her eye's, she made a promise to herself to never ,ever love again and to never shed another tear again over him.
Throwing her duffel bag over her shoulder she left the house as silently as the last time. As she made her way down the path to the front gates she stopped to take one last longing glance at the mansion she had come to love. With a sigh and a few tears being shed again she left out the gates, leaving behind the scene of Logan and Jean happily asleep in each other's arm. A feeling she once felt so long ago washed over her, the agonizing yet slightly comforting feeling of coldness. She walked past the gates leaving it all behind not feeling as the ice cold rain beat down on her and the lighting flashed.
A/N: Well I didn't changed much from the story and I don't plan to I'm just going through and changing the major mistakes that I see, and I'll be planning on writing more soon!
