Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, and I don't pretend to. I
also don't own the song 'Kody' By Matchbox Twenty.
Authors note: Yeah I know, this still isn't so long, but -ekkkk- I don't do long chapters so well.
Chapter Three:
Kody sat down on the avenue, He tapped his feet to the humming if the highway, He watched the light shine down on the broken glass and thought, I don't got no reasons, Yet, There it is and there it was, It was clear to all of us, We kept this hat of broken dreams, And we pulled them out, When we needed them around
Rogue closed her eyes, and tried to control her tears. She slumped down on her bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling. What was wrong with her? Everything seemed so wrong; so mixed up in her head. People had told her that confusion was a natural thing after the death of a loved one, but to Rogue it wasn't.
So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now, And please give me direction, I think the hurt set in, And I don't feel nothing
She felt a prickling behind her closed eyelids, and knew that she had begun to cry. She felt strange, as though she was wrapped in cotton wool. Her emotions felt numbed, nothing felt right. Her heart was beating too loud, her breathing too irregular. Rogue knew she should talk to somebody, but she didn't want to have to face the fact that Kitty was gone, and was never coming back.
There's a squeak hinge down in the back gate, It lets us know when he comes around, I don't sleep that good anyway, I you've never heard the silence, It's a god awful sound
The silence in the room wrapped itself around Rogue, enveloping her in its eerie quiet. The room seemed so dead to her. Ever since Kitty had.gone.the laughter had too. Jubilee and Rogue hardly even talked any more, let alone laughed. When Kitty left, a part of them went with her. The part that could smile, enjoy life.
So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now, And please give me direction, I think I just caved in, And I don't feel nothing, I don't feel nothing, No I don't feel nothing, There's nothing good to feel about here
There had been many times when Rogue had been unable to stay in the room she had once shared with Kitty and Jubilee. On the day after Kitty had died, she had gone to her room. The second she had stepped over the thresh- hold, the realisation that Kitty was dead had hit her full on. She could remember how she had felt - like a bomb had exploded inside of her, shutting down all thoughts save one. 'Kitty is dead. I will never see her again. Kitty is gone.'
Don't much get down to the avenue, I could drive but it takes too much to get there, Don't get off on all the broken glass, The cadillac scene, Well, I've seen a lot of good things die here, And I'm in an overemotional way, These days
That had been the hardest day of her life. Harder than finding out she was a mutant. Harder even than being thrown out by her own family. The people that she had loved most of all, the people she had thought that she could trust. And they had failed her. Thrown her out on the streets without a care. It was as if she had stopped being their daughter. To them, she had just become another part of the 'mutant problem'. Now they knew she was a mutant, she could never again be the girl they had once loved.
So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now, Yeah I'm lonely now, I'm lonely now, Hold me now, And please give me direction, I think I just caved, And it ain't nothing.
Authors note: Yeah I know, this still isn't so long, but -ekkkk- I don't do long chapters so well.
Chapter Three:
Kody sat down on the avenue, He tapped his feet to the humming if the highway, He watched the light shine down on the broken glass and thought, I don't got no reasons, Yet, There it is and there it was, It was clear to all of us, We kept this hat of broken dreams, And we pulled them out, When we needed them around
Rogue closed her eyes, and tried to control her tears. She slumped down on her bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling. What was wrong with her? Everything seemed so wrong; so mixed up in her head. People had told her that confusion was a natural thing after the death of a loved one, but to Rogue it wasn't.
So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now, And please give me direction, I think the hurt set in, And I don't feel nothing
She felt a prickling behind her closed eyelids, and knew that she had begun to cry. She felt strange, as though she was wrapped in cotton wool. Her emotions felt numbed, nothing felt right. Her heart was beating too loud, her breathing too irregular. Rogue knew she should talk to somebody, but she didn't want to have to face the fact that Kitty was gone, and was never coming back.
There's a squeak hinge down in the back gate, It lets us know when he comes around, I don't sleep that good anyway, I you've never heard the silence, It's a god awful sound
The silence in the room wrapped itself around Rogue, enveloping her in its eerie quiet. The room seemed so dead to her. Ever since Kitty had.gone.the laughter had too. Jubilee and Rogue hardly even talked any more, let alone laughed. When Kitty left, a part of them went with her. The part that could smile, enjoy life.
So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now, And please give me direction, I think I just caved in, And I don't feel nothing, I don't feel nothing, No I don't feel nothing, There's nothing good to feel about here
There had been many times when Rogue had been unable to stay in the room she had once shared with Kitty and Jubilee. On the day after Kitty had died, she had gone to her room. The second she had stepped over the thresh- hold, the realisation that Kitty was dead had hit her full on. She could remember how she had felt - like a bomb had exploded inside of her, shutting down all thoughts save one. 'Kitty is dead. I will never see her again. Kitty is gone.'
Don't much get down to the avenue, I could drive but it takes too much to get there, Don't get off on all the broken glass, The cadillac scene, Well, I've seen a lot of good things die here, And I'm in an overemotional way, These days
That had been the hardest day of her life. Harder than finding out she was a mutant. Harder even than being thrown out by her own family. The people that she had loved most of all, the people she had thought that she could trust. And they had failed her. Thrown her out on the streets without a care. It was as if she had stopped being their daughter. To them, she had just become another part of the 'mutant problem'. Now they knew she was a mutant, she could never again be the girl they had once loved.
So please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now, Yeah I'm lonely now, I'm lonely now, Hold me now, And please give me direction, I think I just caved, And it ain't nothing.