Prologue: Reflections – Pretending
Dedication: to Michelle
I own nothing but my pathetic wishes to write something mature and touching.
And when you see Rogue acting too OCC, that is just me trying to express myself through her.
Kitty often wandered, if Rogue really was the tough-girl she pretended to be. Maybe she has some hidden-deep-inside positive feelings, that she would never admit to anybody, especially to herself. Kitty thought, while putting on her gentle eye shadow. Is the whole rumor about her being so Goth-ish and isolated just a wall, that she builds between herself, and the rest of the world? Maybe she subconsciously wants… expects somebody to climb over it, and finally get to her? Maybe it's just a test of determination and truth intentions? In that case, I do not possess that much determination.
She put on a final touch of neutral blush, and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Very pretty.
She opened her mouth slightly, licked her lips, and ran her hand through her long brown hair.
The girl in the mirror smiled at her.
Cute.
She looked herself straight in the eyes, that she hadn't known before. Deeper eyes.
More reflective.
Kitty shivered. She was scared of those eyes. She immediately shook her head, and smiled widely. It caused her pretty, blue eyes to brighten, but they were not reflective anymore.
"It is your day, and nothing can ruin it." she informed the girl in the mirror with great self-confidence.
The girl in the mirror nodded her head slowly, still having her pretty, changing eyes fixed at hers.
Kitty stood up, trying to run away from that threatening gaze. It reminded her of something that she couldn't define. She struggled for a while, trying to recognize this elusive memory, but she failed.
"No." she bashed herself, slowly opening the door of her room. "It's your day honey" she reminded herself loudly. Kurt… and I… alone. She licked her lip. She stepped outside her room, and heavily shut the door behind.
Not even a slightest thought of Rogue, nor those thrilling eyes, interrupted her later that day.
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Rogue pretended to read. She didn't know why she had always chosen a vampire novel while pretending to read. I guess it gets along with my attitude. Besides, it helps people to categorize me with one look only. 'Oh, she's that vampire goth, watch our necks, it's so damn funny' The most ironic thing about it, was that Rogue didn't enjoy vampire novels that much. Sure, Dracula was the classic, but the later ones? Shallow. Sex god that's gonna hypnotize you, and drink your blood passionately. Erotic fantasies of little, sad girls. Pathetic. But she still kept on 'reading' them. Mainly because a goth freak can't be caught reading Jane Austen, that's the point. When you dress in a different way, and lipstick does not excite you, it's obligatory for you to get frantically fascinated with each vampire that shows up. she thought sarcastically and tried to turn a page.
She couldn't, thanks to the glove she was wearing.
She suddenly felt like crying.
For no particular reason, it just pissed her off, not only couldn't she touch, but she wasn't even able turn a damn page! Rogue bit her lip hardly, trying not to loose the poker player face-mask in the public. She slowly put her book down, and removed her glove.
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Logan had been watching Rogue reading for a while. He immediately noticed the sudden change of her face expression, very soon replaced by the usual, cold, emotionless mask.
But it was not his business.
She wouldn't have accepted his help and care. Life was bitter and weird, when he needed to help lots of kids he didn't give a shit about, and the one, that he actually cared for, would reject his offers of help and comforting.
You made your way here, so I shall thank you.
I write for myself, so I don't care about revives 'that' much, but any constructive criticism is welcomed.