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Even after all they had been through, Kitty still managed to save a bag of clothes they had bought.
"I don't know why you liked that, it's so like, weird." Kitty scrunched up her face watching Kimla put on a black collar with silver spikes.
She smirked turning to Kitty, "I like it."
"Didn't they say you're not supposed to be around sharp things?" Kitty frowned then went back to sorting out their clothes.
Kimla hugged herself, "Sort of." She murmured turning back to look at herself in the mirror.
Kitty looked up from her sorting, "Oh. I didn't mean it like that-" She started but was cut off by a knock at the door.
"Come in." Kimla called catching the worried look Kitty threw at her.
Scott walked in, his face stoic like always, "Kimla, the Professor would like to see you," He furrowed his eyebrows, "What happened at the mall?"
Kimla tugged at the sleeves of her sweatshirt and glanced at Kitty, "Nothing Scott, just a run in with like, an old boyfriend," Kitty rolled her eyes and smiled, "Like you know?"
Scott looked at the two not quite believing their story, "Alright," He sighed shaking his head, "Well, he's in his office, Kimla."
Kimla nodded and walked out of the room, Scott watched her leave before turning back to Kitty, "What really happened Kitty?"
"Like, if she wanted to tell you then she would of," Kitty frowned picking her clothes up off her bed and began putting them away, "In other words," She added looking over her shoulder at Scott, who still hadn't moved, "It's like, none of your business."
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Kimla stood outside the thick wooden door that lead into Professor Xavier's office, and listened to the argument taking place behind the closed door.
"You didn't have to kill him, Logan."
"I didn't have a choice."
She tugged on the cuffs of her sleeves the urge to cut herself slowly crept into her mind, she took a step back away from the door wanting to run.
'This is what you wanted wasn' it?' She thought to herself taking another shaky step back, 'He's dead now. No one can hurt you anymore…'
The argument died down and a voice from the other side of the door called for her to come in. She found herself taking another step backwards, away from the door.
She was called for again, another step she took back until she reached the stairway. Her fingers itched, her arm burned and her mind felt numb. The door opened and Logan walked out looking at her with a startled expression set on his face. His clothes, she noted, had been changed.
"Kimla?"
She felt her knees buckle and her legs fold underneath her self.
Logan was at her side kneeling down next to her when the Prof. wheeled out into the hallway, he winced at the wave of fear and depression that projected from Kimla's mind.
For some reason, she couldn't figure out why, she had begun to sob uncontrollably into the fabric that made Logan's shirt as he held her against his chest.
Words she hadn't given much thought too escaped passed her lips and were muffled in Logan's shirt, "Give me a reason why I should still be alive." She cried grabbing a fistful of his shirt.
His words don't make her ears.
Xavier tried to calm her with his telepathy, and watched in relief as she slowly stopped crying and fell into a peaceful sleep cradled in Logan's arms.
"What the hell happened?" Logan grunted standing up with Kimla in his arms, her head resting gently against his shoulder.
"She overheard our conversation…" Xavier sighed tenting his hands under his nose.
Logan looked down at Kimla, sleeping peacefully looking all the world like the child she never got the chance to be, "What's that got ta do with anything?"
"She had a breakdown."
Logan furrowed his eyebrows, "You're not makin' any sense, Chuck."
Xavier sighed rubbing his temples, "Tomorrow, Logan. I'll explain it to you tomorrow." With that he went back into his office.
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