WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR
Xavier
Charles Xavier had finally finished dressing himself and had placed himself on his wheelchair. It was always slightly difficult to get ready in the morning, but it was a lot easier than when he first lost his legs.
He placed his legs onto the stands where they always were. There wasn't a day that went by when he wished he could just regain the use of his legs, even if it was just for an hour. He would spend it all bare foot, he'd swim, walk and best of all run.
He missed it all but then that was life.
He put on his favorite jacket, the light brown one he always wore. He rolled himself to the mirror to make sure it was on straight. His mother had always taught him to be proper.
He missed her sometimes. He was young when she had gotten sick and he watched as she slowly withered away. That was the worst time of his life, even the loss of his legs did not hurt as that did.
The fact that his step father saw him only as a burden for marrying his mother did not help, or that fact that his step brother Cain hated him, because his own father had seem to have treated Charles better, but that was not the truth.
When his step father had sent Cain away because he was picking on Charles, all the physical abuse that man had normally would have unleashed on Cain would have been taken out on Charles.
He looked back into the mirror shaking out the memory.
He had come a long way. And he had turned his home into a true home where children and even adults could come and feel safe. When he had changed this place into a home for people for mutants like himself, this place truly felt like home again.
It had been so long since it felt that way since his mother's remarriage and her death.
Now he also had to look out for these people. They were like family to him, and he would do his best to give them the home and life they deserve.
He also felt regret, at the loss of one of them. April was the first real failure he had and he felt he would never fully get over it, just as he was sure everyone else wouldn't.
Then there was the visions of the future from Apocalypse.
There was the site of Jean one of his first and dearest students being consumed by some kind of power. He didn't want to lose another, he had hoped that the future could be rewritten that there was time to change it.
He did not want to lose anyone else in his life, and he didn't want any of the children to suffer through that kind of pain again.
As he looked into the mirror one last time, he vowed to do his best for them.
Someone needed to, because in this world people like them had it hard enough as it is.
Xavier
Charles Xavier had finally finished dressing himself and had placed himself on his wheelchair. It was always slightly difficult to get ready in the morning, but it was a lot easier than when he first lost his legs.
He placed his legs onto the stands where they always were. There wasn't a day that went by when he wished he could just regain the use of his legs, even if it was just for an hour. He would spend it all bare foot, he'd swim, walk and best of all run.
He missed it all but then that was life.
He put on his favorite jacket, the light brown one he always wore. He rolled himself to the mirror to make sure it was on straight. His mother had always taught him to be proper.
He missed her sometimes. He was young when she had gotten sick and he watched as she slowly withered away. That was the worst time of his life, even the loss of his legs did not hurt as that did.
The fact that his step father saw him only as a burden for marrying his mother did not help, or that fact that his step brother Cain hated him, because his own father had seem to have treated Charles better, but that was not the truth.
When his step father had sent Cain away because he was picking on Charles, all the physical abuse that man had normally would have unleashed on Cain would have been taken out on Charles.
He looked back into the mirror shaking out the memory.
He had come a long way. And he had turned his home into a true home where children and even adults could come and feel safe. When he had changed this place into a home for people for mutants like himself, this place truly felt like home again.
It had been so long since it felt that way since his mother's remarriage and her death.
Now he also had to look out for these people. They were like family to him, and he would do his best to give them the home and life they deserve.
He also felt regret, at the loss of one of them. April was the first real failure he had and he felt he would never fully get over it, just as he was sure everyone else wouldn't.
Then there was the visions of the future from Apocalypse.
There was the site of Jean one of his first and dearest students being consumed by some kind of power. He didn't want to lose another, he had hoped that the future could be rewritten that there was time to change it.
He did not want to lose anyone else in his life, and he didn't want any of the children to suffer through that kind of pain again.
As he looked into the mirror one last time, he vowed to do his best for them.
Someone needed to, because in this world people like them had it hard enough as it is.