Into the Unknown
By coolove of the xsorbit4 rebelfic board.
Disclaimer: I take no credit in this story it was created by coolove, who does not own Roswell.
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I sit here as a nervous wreck. My hands are clammy and my heart is pacing a thousand miles a second. I honestly don't know what to do. A tingling sensation starts at my fingers tips and travels its way to my arms and chest. I take in deep breaths, that's all that I can do. I sit and wait. It's the worse feeling ever; not knowing what's going on.
There is this unruly and daunting feeling that lingers in the back of my mind. What the hell is going on! Why won't they tell me anything! Why am I left in the dark? I have so many questions yet no one answers me. Do they trust me? No, I see the way the act when they're around. No one is trustworthy. "Don't go anywhere," Michael declared. What are they hiding from me? Do they think once I know what they know; I will use it to my advantage? Nevertheless, everyone has chosen to ignore me.
I sit here while they look, dissecting me with their glares. Their eyes are a constant fix on me. Why do they keep watching me like a vulture circling its prey? Do they think I'll try to run away from them? I wouldn't nor couldn't do anything like that. My family is here and here is where I'll stay. I want to do something but I can't and it hurts. I love my family. Why can't they see that?
I try to move from my seat but I'm quickly put back in place by one of my "so-called" friends. If we where really friends, they wouldn't keep me here bounded and secluded from . . . I know I should do something, anything. With my strength there is no way they would able to withhold me any longer. But I am merely one person. Eight against one, I don't like those odds.
Tears streams from my eyes. Why are they doing this to me? This torture is unbearable. Sure, I've been in countless of battles even in my young 23 years of age but nothing compared to this. I've face death; I've faced my own mortality. This, I couldn't handle. In the corner of my eye, Isabel comes up to me and whispers, "Everything's gonna be alright." I take comfort in the notion and wipe the tears away. It's silly, really. I'm acting like a child. Maybe everything is not as bad as I think it is. Glancing at the door, it opens. Isabel gestures me in and I follow, so does everyone else.
My heart leaps. All this time, they didn't tell me one damn single piece of information. Why? Didn't the realize all the sacrifices I made for them, my family? But all that flutters away when I walk in the room.
I see Tess holding our baby. "Congratulations, Max. It's a boy."
THE END
