This can't be happening. Its all some sort of crazy dream. I am NOT seeing
Scott in my room, my journal in his hands. But it wasn't in his hands now,
after I gave out my shock and calling his name, which scared the hell out
of him, the book was a heap on the floor. He looked to be as frozen as I. I
tried to think this wasn't true, harder and harder I wanted to just 'wake
up'! Yet as far as I now know, I'm not dreaming! So he is there, his jaw
slightly dropped, and looking a lot paler then me.
Anger slipped into my blood filled veins after shock had evaporated. My jaw clench so tight I could feel it throb and scream for release. Trust was something she found very fragile, so fragile that when one thing goes wrong for her and her 'friends', it breaks. My trust was very thin, I had too much of a hard, anti-social life to truly trust someone at all. And what I see Scott in here with my book in his hand, this had broken everything I was working up for.
"Scott." I saw him flinch from the softness of my voice. I wasn't one to rant and rage, I had that sort of anger which scares people, the way one talks and acts where one would think they weren't mad. But I was furious. If he starts blubbering excuses, could I hold my anger long enough not to forgive him? I keep hearing my heart crying, falling into jagged pieces for what happened to trust. How much it hurts. "geh out…"
I missed how my throat felt tight, that borough accent I was born with was so thick. Inside my nerves were taunt, my stomach a block of stone, I wonder if my legs would melt beneath me. My body was strumming with that anger, an energy that felt the same when I had absorbed Storms weather abilities, that charge of lighting and thunder rushing through my blood. It could have cackled and spat in my eyes as I watched him leave. Did he see how much finding this had hurt me.
The sound of the door closing, then the click in the lock, all the energy which was burning inside washed away, the waves rolling back into the sea, leaving me heavy and empty. Having to breathe felt like a chore, the room was stuffy, the smell of those damn candles were choking, the room became dizzy. Does losing trust from some you have been crushing on feel this…draining?
Silence was everywhere around me, it was worse then the breaking and raging I should have done, at least then I could have an excuse to stay in my room. Maybe I should have stick with my gut and not have gone back to my room, but my mind had pricked that I forgot about my journal. If I didn't come back, Scott would have read everything wouldn't he? Found out what was written there…How far did he read already before I came in. God above, I don't want to think about it anymore. The bed looks so inviting.
Believe me, it takes a lot for me to be brought to tears, I never did like crying, it drains even more of my pent up emotions, makes my eyes red and puffy. My nose would tint a red, making me feel like a little girl. I haven't cried since I was a little girl, if I had before, I wouldn't have remembered it. Crying now wouldn't make everything all better. Just worse. What should I do? Runaway…?
NO! I ran away all the time from the problems I had, runaway when I first met the X-men, scared beyond a doubt. It was always run away from this, runaway from that…I had enough of running, this was a problem to me and my emotions not some crazy scheme that involved my powers with the Brotherhood or Mystique. I'll face what is ahead of me, with silence and pride. I won't let anything get to me. Its better to stay away from everyone until I cool down, until I forget all my true feelings that mesh into nothingness. Its better that way.
Everyone will understand that. The Professor will grant me this. The journal was clutched into my hands again, feeling quite familiar, though I still wore my gloves. The bed that I collapsed on felt so good, engulfing me in a cool warmth, if it was any softer it could swallow me up. Wouldn't that work well. To be swallowed into nothing and be forgotten, how my heart yearns.
Nobody came for me. No one bothers. No calls about supper, no concerns what so ever. The Professor must have known. He reads mind and no one would have guessed. He knew how she felt and being alone will be what she needed.
Grasping hold of the stereo remote, I clicked the button to turn it one, the stereo system Kitty and I share. She would play some boy band that drives her crazy to dance and obsess about but drive me up the wall with a headache. We had little in common when it comes to music. I go for the hard rock or anything with a fast bass beat. I kept my thumb on the 'volume up' button, leaving it there as a song came on, it kept getting louder and louder, the bass rattle the walls. Linkin' Park. Runaway. Heh, how convenient.
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
It went on and on, the voices melting away, I couldn't even hear the guy's emotional husky yelling of words. Kitty had once said after listening to the song 'Crawling', "Should put the guy, like, out of his misery, he sounds like he was dying or something.". But I liked the music, it felt heart pounding, the kind that makes you want to get up and kick some ass. Fighting music. But today it was all a mindless dribble of words and music pounding to a simple sound of my heart.
Tears tickle down my face as I rest my head on the goose down pillow.
I really hated to cry. I really did.
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I know this is short. This was Rogue's point of view as it looks. Scott's will be the next one. I didn't really think I was going to get some many reviews so quickly. And you all wanted for me to continue. When I wrote that first part I was going to leave it there since I had no idea how to continue it. So since I got hit with inspiration again I thought I should continue…Not making this a short story but to make it a few chapters long or something. So here is chapter two. I have no idea when chapter 3 comes in but don't worry its coming!
-Keeshe Kal'daka-
Oh yeah, almost forgot.
Disclaimer:
X-men: Evolution belongs to whoever made it. [if anyone knows please tell me!]
Runaway belongs to Linkin' Park.
[And again thank you all for your reviews in this!]
Anger slipped into my blood filled veins after shock had evaporated. My jaw clench so tight I could feel it throb and scream for release. Trust was something she found very fragile, so fragile that when one thing goes wrong for her and her 'friends', it breaks. My trust was very thin, I had too much of a hard, anti-social life to truly trust someone at all. And what I see Scott in here with my book in his hand, this had broken everything I was working up for.
"Scott." I saw him flinch from the softness of my voice. I wasn't one to rant and rage, I had that sort of anger which scares people, the way one talks and acts where one would think they weren't mad. But I was furious. If he starts blubbering excuses, could I hold my anger long enough not to forgive him? I keep hearing my heart crying, falling into jagged pieces for what happened to trust. How much it hurts. "geh out…"
I missed how my throat felt tight, that borough accent I was born with was so thick. Inside my nerves were taunt, my stomach a block of stone, I wonder if my legs would melt beneath me. My body was strumming with that anger, an energy that felt the same when I had absorbed Storms weather abilities, that charge of lighting and thunder rushing through my blood. It could have cackled and spat in my eyes as I watched him leave. Did he see how much finding this had hurt me.
The sound of the door closing, then the click in the lock, all the energy which was burning inside washed away, the waves rolling back into the sea, leaving me heavy and empty. Having to breathe felt like a chore, the room was stuffy, the smell of those damn candles were choking, the room became dizzy. Does losing trust from some you have been crushing on feel this…draining?
Silence was everywhere around me, it was worse then the breaking and raging I should have done, at least then I could have an excuse to stay in my room. Maybe I should have stick with my gut and not have gone back to my room, but my mind had pricked that I forgot about my journal. If I didn't come back, Scott would have read everything wouldn't he? Found out what was written there…How far did he read already before I came in. God above, I don't want to think about it anymore. The bed looks so inviting.
Believe me, it takes a lot for me to be brought to tears, I never did like crying, it drains even more of my pent up emotions, makes my eyes red and puffy. My nose would tint a red, making me feel like a little girl. I haven't cried since I was a little girl, if I had before, I wouldn't have remembered it. Crying now wouldn't make everything all better. Just worse. What should I do? Runaway…?
NO! I ran away all the time from the problems I had, runaway when I first met the X-men, scared beyond a doubt. It was always run away from this, runaway from that…I had enough of running, this was a problem to me and my emotions not some crazy scheme that involved my powers with the Brotherhood or Mystique. I'll face what is ahead of me, with silence and pride. I won't let anything get to me. Its better to stay away from everyone until I cool down, until I forget all my true feelings that mesh into nothingness. Its better that way.
Everyone will understand that. The Professor will grant me this. The journal was clutched into my hands again, feeling quite familiar, though I still wore my gloves. The bed that I collapsed on felt so good, engulfing me in a cool warmth, if it was any softer it could swallow me up. Wouldn't that work well. To be swallowed into nothing and be forgotten, how my heart yearns.
Nobody came for me. No one bothers. No calls about supper, no concerns what so ever. The Professor must have known. He reads mind and no one would have guessed. He knew how she felt and being alone will be what she needed.
Grasping hold of the stereo remote, I clicked the button to turn it one, the stereo system Kitty and I share. She would play some boy band that drives her crazy to dance and obsess about but drive me up the wall with a headache. We had little in common when it comes to music. I go for the hard rock or anything with a fast bass beat. I kept my thumb on the 'volume up' button, leaving it there as a song came on, it kept getting louder and louder, the bass rattle the walls. Linkin' Park. Runaway. Heh, how convenient.
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
It went on and on, the voices melting away, I couldn't even hear the guy's emotional husky yelling of words. Kitty had once said after listening to the song 'Crawling', "Should put the guy, like, out of his misery, he sounds like he was dying or something.". But I liked the music, it felt heart pounding, the kind that makes you want to get up and kick some ass. Fighting music. But today it was all a mindless dribble of words and music pounding to a simple sound of my heart.
Tears tickle down my face as I rest my head on the goose down pillow.
I really hated to cry. I really did.
____________________________________________________________________________ _
I know this is short. This was Rogue's point of view as it looks. Scott's will be the next one. I didn't really think I was going to get some many reviews so quickly. And you all wanted for me to continue. When I wrote that first part I was going to leave it there since I had no idea how to continue it. So since I got hit with inspiration again I thought I should continue…Not making this a short story but to make it a few chapters long or something. So here is chapter two. I have no idea when chapter 3 comes in but don't worry its coming!
-Keeshe Kal'daka-
Oh yeah, almost forgot.
Disclaimer:
X-men: Evolution belongs to whoever made it. [if anyone knows please tell me!]
Runaway belongs to Linkin' Park.
[And again thank you all for your reviews in this!]