Nightmare Chapter Twelve: A Day Without Hypocrisy
Sarah was kneeling on the floor of her shared dorm room surrounded by black. Things were looking better for her. The nightmares were not nearly as bad. She was fully rehabilitated back into school. The professor had given her a prosthesis for her hand that moved with her left middle finger, which did wonders for her aesthetically. And in an act of self-liberation she had laid out all of her long skirts that had previously hidden her tail and was cutting a slit in the back of each one, allowing a place for her little tail. She was not exactly flaunting her physical eccentricities, but she was no longer going out of her way to hide them.
This was the life that since she first starting turning grey she had never imagined. It was a turn around in her existence that was marked by a change of dreams. She still suffered from the dreams but no longer did they conflict with reality. They ceased to make her wish to go back to that pain in order to be normal for a brief agonizing time. She began interacting with people. Sometimes she even thought of the other students around her age, including Bobby, Rouge, John, Kitty, and Pete as friends. Laura came to be a kind of little sister for Sarah; closer than a friend, some one to share lives with. Students at that school usually identified themselves by age; there were not enough of them to pick and chose. Sarah seldom spoke with them but she did enjoy not being alone for the first time in years.
Life at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters offered a life that only the stupid and lucky can have; one without hypocrisy, without contradictions, without blatant cruel intentioned lies. There she was able to form believes that did not require her to hate herself. She was no longer a monster she just like all of the other mutants at the school, a misunderstood martyr.
Sarah finished the job at hand and changed into her newly altered clothes. She reached behind her self and touched the newly freed appendage. The fur and flesh it was made out of was soft and smooth. Almost forgetting to put her clothes away, Sarah headed out to show off her freshly visible tail. She felt it rise in anticipation.
The others were huddled around the big television. On it was senator and presidential hopeful Joseph Caballero; the savoir of what he called real America. "My opponents' campaigns are all funded by old rich white men, so that their policies would look out for the interest of old white men. But America is not a country of rich old white men. They call you the minority, but they are the true minority." Sweat dripped down his brown forehead. "But that is why we have democracy, so that corrupt minorities cannot rule over real America. Poor blacks, poor whites, poor browns, woman, homosexuals, mutants, we are all brothers, because we have all been denied what this country promises." The crowd in front of him erupted and the eruption spread out from the TV into Xavier's school. Life looked extremely good for Sarah now, because Senator Caballero had a chance.
Note: I know what you're thinking but I have not gone soft on you. This is probably as nice as it gets. And if you want a little foreshadowing, take a closer look at the senator's name, then you will see where things are going.