Darkest Hour
A/N: Ok here's the second chapter. Don't blaim me if its not all that
great, I didn't really like it all that much but anyway, hope you review
and all that jazz. Oh and if the spacing is funky, blame my messed up
computer...oi.
I sit there in the cold unforgiving of the room. The ghastly, steady beat of the heart monitor flooded my senses. Burning smells of antibiotics wafted by, almost choking me. My body is tense with the shock of it all. Canary yellow eyes turn to stare at me. They pierce into my mind and I know they belong to Kurt. He's worried about me, I could feel it in his gaze. A tall teenage male walks in and Kurt's eyes leave my body. We all know him as Scott, our so called leader. Red sunglasses flash as the fluorescent white lights beam down on him. A large sigh escapes his chest as he walks past me slowly. Turning to me, he sees my distress and places a hand upon my quivering shoulders. A gentle, brotherly connection was made as he squeezed it lightly. I cherish this. He was the only one I thought of as a possible brother or something like that. Heck, thinking about it, everyone thinks of him as a brother. Except maybe Jean.
I feel his hand leave my shoulder and he walks silently over to the Jean, the fiery redhead as everyone fondly calls her. A soft smile caresses my taunt face as I think of this. Small sounds of grief come from Kurt's direction. I turn my head to see he has his head in his hands. Tears fall from his eyes to the linoleum floor below. In a sense, it was good that he was crying. Not that it was a good reason to cry but hell everyone should have the chance to cry, not just me... Suddenly, after looking at all the faces of my teammates, I feel a sudden anger bubble up. An anger that makes me want to jump up and scream at them for being so ignorant. She's gone and all they do is sit there, moping to themselves.
It's selfish for me to think these thoughts, considering that we were just told that she had passed. The only friend that hung out at the mall with me. The only one who was needing friends. She did bring light into my life. A light that still burns strong even in my darkest hour. To die without ever feeling the warmth of a first kiss. Or the soft touch of another hand in yours. To die without truly living...
At this horrid though, I break down into uncontrollable sobs. Scott and Jean had left to grab a coffee and probably think about all of this. I pulled my knees up to my chest and sobbed.
Suddenly, I feel Kurt's strong arms around me. He whispers comforting words into my ear and rocks me back and forth. His breath is warm and soothing. My body relaxes and I lean into his grip. Salty tears still roll down my face. I feel a drop fall onto my head. Silent sobbing racks Kurt's body and a small hiccup escapes me. My sobbing subdues into subtle sniffs and the occasional tear. Slowly my mind starts to fade to black. My last thoughts before I drift into nightmarish dreams are,
'Rogue...please come back...'
I sit there in the cold unforgiving of the room. The ghastly, steady beat of the heart monitor flooded my senses. Burning smells of antibiotics wafted by, almost choking me. My body is tense with the shock of it all. Canary yellow eyes turn to stare at me. They pierce into my mind and I know they belong to Kurt. He's worried about me, I could feel it in his gaze. A tall teenage male walks in and Kurt's eyes leave my body. We all know him as Scott, our so called leader. Red sunglasses flash as the fluorescent white lights beam down on him. A large sigh escapes his chest as he walks past me slowly. Turning to me, he sees my distress and places a hand upon my quivering shoulders. A gentle, brotherly connection was made as he squeezed it lightly. I cherish this. He was the only one I thought of as a possible brother or something like that. Heck, thinking about it, everyone thinks of him as a brother. Except maybe Jean.
I feel his hand leave my shoulder and he walks silently over to the Jean, the fiery redhead as everyone fondly calls her. A soft smile caresses my taunt face as I think of this. Small sounds of grief come from Kurt's direction. I turn my head to see he has his head in his hands. Tears fall from his eyes to the linoleum floor below. In a sense, it was good that he was crying. Not that it was a good reason to cry but hell everyone should have the chance to cry, not just me... Suddenly, after looking at all the faces of my teammates, I feel a sudden anger bubble up. An anger that makes me want to jump up and scream at them for being so ignorant. She's gone and all they do is sit there, moping to themselves.
It's selfish for me to think these thoughts, considering that we were just told that she had passed. The only friend that hung out at the mall with me. The only one who was needing friends. She did bring light into my life. A light that still burns strong even in my darkest hour. To die without ever feeling the warmth of a first kiss. Or the soft touch of another hand in yours. To die without truly living...
At this horrid though, I break down into uncontrollable sobs. Scott and Jean had left to grab a coffee and probably think about all of this. I pulled my knees up to my chest and sobbed.
Suddenly, I feel Kurt's strong arms around me. He whispers comforting words into my ear and rocks me back and forth. His breath is warm and soothing. My body relaxes and I lean into his grip. Salty tears still roll down my face. I feel a drop fall onto my head. Silent sobbing racks Kurt's body and a small hiccup escapes me. My sobbing subdues into subtle sniffs and the occasional tear. Slowly my mind starts to fade to black. My last thoughts before I drift into nightmarish dreams are,
'Rogue...please come back...'
