hello agian! now quickly a shout out to SOpHie, thanks a billion for that spot of encouragement it's possibly why i wrote this so fast. oh and one fro Trinity becuase i can! (;)
also before i bore you i'm super happy with this chapter, possibly becuase you meet Professor X and Storm! PLEASE READ!
Hell is the one word I think describes this feeling best. I haven't left my room since the accident and to be honest I don't want to. Six years ago was perfect, sure people thought I was a freak and still do but both my parents were happy…ish. But what can you expect, I'm a freak with issues, I can feel and change other people's feelings and somehow I can control them. I used to think I could control people but that's stupid. But when I was twelve it turned down hill; I started high school – yes I did start school a year early – and that's supposed to be the time when you figure out who you are. I only figured out that I was still a freak and a loser and that no one liked me. My parents got divorced and it was my entire fault. They'd fight over me; about what to do with me; what was safe for me and I'd then change their feelings which would make issues worse. So they split and I was left with my dad because my mum wanted nothing to do with me. Stupidly for my sixteenth I asked that my mum come over for my birthday. She arrived five days ago; three weeks after my birthday. Two days ago when both of them were driving back with takeaway they were hit by a truck - carrying petrol - you get the rest. So back to the present, I'm sitting in the corner of my room while people down stairs wait for my new guardian to arrive.
"Morning Romie, you still ignoring civilisation?" an officer asks; the only one that ever talks to me.
"I'm trying but you're always talking to me," I reply as my mood lightens a touch.
"Then I can come in?" he asks and I get up and sit on my bed, facing the door; considering whether or not to open it. He's in a good mood with a touch of sadness – something they all feel towards me.
"Nope, I don't really want to get up," I tell him and his mood lightens too. I can hear him shift feet and stand there for a bit.
"Can I come in now?" he asks after a long pause. I run a hand through my hair.
Okay Romie, you're going to have to get out sometime. I mean you've been in here two days, a shower would help… and you do need to open up to somebody, why not him? I think and frown. I get up, once again, grab my towel from the chair and open the door. There in front of me is a man in his mid-thirties; salt and pepper hair and what I'd consider to be average height.
"Sir," I nod and he smiles.
"Progress has been made," he tells me and I lift the corners of my mouth up a bit.
"Uh… I need a shower so if you wouldn't mind," I shrug and he takes a moment to register what I was saying.
"Oh, uh, right. I'll get someone to get some clean clothes for you," he says and moves to the side so I can get to the bathroom.
After I'm officially clean I turn off the hot water, wring out my hair and start drying myself before wrapping up in the plush white towel. Once in front of the mirror I pull out hairdryer and turn it on. As I do, the loose curls in my dark brown hair start to reconstruct themselves from the previous tangled mess they were. I grab a comb and start to hack at the knots. Dumb thin hair has to be a home for knots doesn't it, I scowl and continue. Instead I focus on myself more; when my hair is dry it sits just below my shoulder bone in layered, big, loose ringlets with a fringe that's flicked to the side. With one last pull at my hair I wrap my towel tightly around my slightly tanned skin. I take one last look at myself and give my slim, all leg figure a small smile before making a dash back to my room. There I close the door and put on the clean clothes on my bed – a pair of shorts and a baggy white shirt.
"Uh… good news your guardian is here," the officer say and I pick up a feeling of regret so I open the door and smile at him, only for his benefit.
"Really?" I ask and he shakes his head at my new found enthusiasm.
"I'm gonna miss that smile of yours, even though I've only see it in the last hour," he manages a smile and he begins to move down the hallway. As we enter the lounge room I see somebody, a woman. She has brown skin and blue eyes but oddly she has what looks like naturally white hair. But with or without the colour of her hair she's beautiful. Then next to her is an old man, very old. He laughs; I cock my head to the side slightly since no one had said anything yet. He's bald with warm kind eyes and dressed in a neat suit; yet it's the wheelchair that gets me. He's a paraplegic and they expect him to be able to look after me? Or is it the woman that will?
"It's been a while since those eyes have looked at me," he smiles and I touch my cheek. My eyes are a dark royal blue, almost navy, with varying shades of grey flecks through them.
"Please, let me introduce us," he goes on when I hesitate, I'm not quite so good with new people and it's not too hard to understand why either. "I'm Professor Charles Francis Xavier and this is my friend and colleague Ororo Munroe."
He points to the lady and she smiles. I press my rosy lips together, resisting biting them, a sign I'm unsure or nervous. The Professor seems to feel comfortable here and I'm not sure if I like that, not sure how my parents even got to know him.
"There must be a lot on your mind but now's not quiet the right time," Ororo tells me. I give a small nod and I feel how unsure of me she is, just as I am of her… and him.
Please don't worry, we're friends, a voice whispers into my head and instantly I know it's not mine. One because it's a guy's and two because it is something I thinking at this time, it's more of 'what the hell, white hair and wheels are taking care of me!', but I do as it says and I calm down feeling both of them ease too, like my reaction could mess things up; just like my dad used to tell me.
"Romie, the paper work is all done. If you'd get your things you'll be on your way in no time," the officer tells me and I turn instantly to go to my room. I hear Ororo tell Professor Xavier that she'll help me; just what I need. I work on pulling out a brown leather trunk as she walks in and she starts going through my clothes. I'll be honest; I don't like the fact that Ororo is going through my clothes or that I'm going to leave my home with her and the Professor. They seem like perfectly normal people or as normal as an individual can get but I'd rather stay in the corner of my room.
"You'll like it where you're going," she says, attempting to make small talk.
"I don't like anywhere until I have a reason to," I mumble and it's kind of true. Being a freak nowhere is a good place, unless you decide it is.
"It's really hard to explain without giving things way. The Professor wishes to talk to you rather than me… your special to him," she says and I can feel her disappointment in not being able to say anything and I decide to block off anyone's feelings from me. I feel empty as soon as I do but I rather my own feelings than others.
"Special," I roll my eyes, I've hear that before and not always in the nicest terms.
"Trust me, I've seen special but you're different. You're just a person that means something to him. When he learnt of your parent's death…" she trails off as she sits on my bed.
"Look, I don't like you turning up and acting like you know what goes on in my head. I don't like being reminded of the obvious and I hate knowing that you people have to watch over me like I'm dangerous," I tell her flatly and her face twists into a frown. I start putting things into my trunk: clothes, photos, important things, etc. But as I'm ready to walk out the door I grab my most valuable things off one of my shelves. It's a toy, kind of looks like a rabbit and a voodoo doll mashed into one. It has a black toy rabbit shape with dodgy red stitching keeping it in place; where it should have cute button eyes it's got ovular dents with red stitching for its nose and where it's heart would be is stitching done in the outline of a heart – a dent on the inside of the stitching. In all he's completely limp and thin; ears hanging by his face and worn out. When I was little I would take him everywhere, he even came to school with me until I was seven.
"Isn't she cute," Ororo smiles and I glare. Cute, really, does she even know what that means? "What's her name?"
"It's a guy. His name is o thánatos mou but I call him thánatos for short," I tell her and she mouths 'oh'. I roll my eyes; my bet was that she didn't even know what any of that meant. She decides to help me lift the trunk and we walk back the where everyone's gathered. The rest of the officers were there and the Professor was answering any questions they had.
"We're ready," Ororo tells the Professor and he nods. Everyone turns to me and I give a slight smile for their benefit.
"Then we must leave, the others are getting quite annoyed at our disappearance," he tells her and I raise a brow, how would he know unless he'd called whoever the 'others' are. "Romie, please say your good byes."
He motions to the officers and from the short time they've known me they just smile back. Ororo hands two of them the trunk to carry; she starts to walk beside the Professor as we move out and in my driveway I see a black Mercedes-Benzes, one of the nicer ones too. But in my shock at seeing it I can't think of its name. The officers place the trunk in the back seat; Ororo and the professor get in the front so I sit with the trunk in the back and close the door on the rest of the world while the wheelchair folds up into the boot. So this is how my new beginning starts – sitting in a car with an old bald man and a girl with white hair, perfect.
For those that got this far, thanks for reading. If you could review that would be great, CRITICISM is wanted too. before i forget i has i question for you... who should i bring in next, i'm at a block and i'm aiming to post again in a week or so. thanks again for reading and until next chapter (^;^)
