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Chapter 14

Emma's POV

Her words were thick and syrupy, laden with morbid distaste. The bad ones tumbled out of her mouth, enormous boulders, heavy with sadness, while the pleasant ones dissolved as they came, never to see any sunshine but theirs.

It was odd, watching her. The girl I had once been. Going through the motions of eating, of sleeping, of living. And here I was... sitting on a chair, watching her stare right through me, as if I didn't exist, because to her, I didn't. Not anymore, anyways.

I was distinctly separate from the bitter shadow of myself I saw right here, the one in front of me—the one who knew all yet did nothing. Not that she couldn't—she could; and that was exactly why I hated her. She was the one who bore the news, all of which was bad. So, I had become the shadow of a shadow. Thanks to my mother, who, it seemed, still had enough of an impression on me that I could remember the years of buried memories, of sorrowful tears, of broken hearts.

This girl was telling everyone of the end of the world. She was once me... once me. A pitiful figure, whose every feature told of her broken heart.

Hearts can't be mended with tape.

I could remember... the sun. The sun, who smiled down on me—most days. Far too many others, that ever-cheerful face didn't smile anymore; she just vanished. Like me...

Why does the bad always outdo the good?

A basic question, one that has been repeated throughout history in many forms, shaped by hollow mouths. Oh, sure, there were a few grins but the years of gore far outnumbered the moments of joy.

And here that question was, once again being shaped by another person's broken face as she crumbled into dust, to be swept away by the harsh, unforgiving winds.

That was why I left.

To get away from her, the truth-teller. The one who bore everyone's pain, and still knew it was there even if she couldn't see it, and still tried to hold it for others.

But I was sick of her, and I still am. I have told you my story, and I wish it ended here—I wish that here, I died.

Yet, obviously, I still hung on by a thread, so the story must go on.

So, I was tired of the girl who cared for everyone. Hence, I stood up and walked out the door, as Professor Xavier wheeled himself in, followed by a trail of the students' whispers. Outside, in the hallway, I heard them all, floating by, as they were blinded by assumptions.

"It's the Apocalypse again, isn't it?"

This one voice rang through my head like the morning bells.

The Apocalypse. Yes, but in a different story, because this time it was mine.

The end of the world was mine.

Of course it is. Whose else would it be?

I whirled around, but no one was there. Just the faint whisper of... bitterness. I followed, slipping past the children who could not see me. Finally, after an eternity of thoughts, I reached another part of the mansion. I had been here before, yet never before, if you know what I mean—which you don't.

I walked in. On a bed, lay a limp figure.

I blinked in shock, when I saw who it was.

Then—

The end of the world begun.

Sorry for that cliffhanger. :)

I'll try to update sometime soon! :) But, be warned, I might get caught up in life, so yeah... be warned!

Oh, and if you have any ideas for a quote or saying for my other fic, Quotes and Jokes, please PM me or leave it in a review (either her or on any of my other fics), because I'm stumped.

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