Chris and I picked up boxes and moved them into the main entrance.
Chris listened to every word I said as I told him what happened.
"That's kind of what happened to me." He replied as I finished my story. "They came and then left, didn't even say goodbye."
"That sounds awful."
"I don't regret it, I don't feel sad from it or anything."
"Then what do you feel?"
"Emptiness," Chris' soft brown eyes turned hard and his teeth clenched, "and hate."
"Ah, Jessica, I was hoping I would find you." I heard someone say.
"Professor Xavier?" I looked up the stairs; he was sitting in his wheel chair at the top, "Oh yeah, thanks for the help."
"It turns out you won't be in Kitty's room, I'll have to place you to the room next to it. I forgot that Rogue was in that room all ready." Xavier gave a sheepish smile. I laughed, "Ok then, where do I go?"
"You'll be in the next corridor, 3 doors down from Storms room. Chris, you can show her where it is. I have things to attend to, I'll talk to you later." He wheeled his wheelchair around and left. As soon as he was out of ear distance, Chris burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"I can't believe he forgot Rogue shared rooms with Kitty! That's the craziest thing I've ever heard!"
I didn't get it, were they best friends or something?
"Ok, so where is my room now?"
"Follow me." He said whipping his tears. We each grabbed a box and headed up the stairs. "My room is in this hall too, 6 doors down I think. First one on your left." He led my to my room, I set down the box right outside the door and he did the same.
"Let's get them all up here first." I suggested; he nodded and we soon brought the rest up.
"I think that will take up for my workout today." Chris joked as he looked at his watch, "Well, I gotta go, I have a practice thing to go to."
"Bye." I waved, wondering what a 'practice thing' was. I turned and opened my door, it had the same beds and dressers as the other room did. This one wasn't occupied by anyone though, I have a room all to myself, cool! I thought as I dragged my boxes in. Once I had them all inside I shut the door and started opening each one to see what my parents left me. The first one I opened I looked inside and frowned, "I guess my parents still want me to go to school." It had my binder, my pencil bag and all my schoolbooks inside. "How boring, I hope none of the rest of my boxes are like these." I looked around at the floor of boxes to pick the next one, one caught my eye and I knew exactly which one it was.
"My Special Box!" I smiled and picked it up. My special box was a box that I kept all my important stuff in, like souvenirs, awards, letters, and old diaries that I'd filled up. Looking through it, I made sure it was all there, and it was. With my heart gladdened I slipped the box under my bed, where it would stay.
Most of the other boxes were filled with clothes and make-up and stuff like that. I emptied the boxes and put the contents in the proper places. One of my boxes had all my stuffed animals in it, I took out my most favorite stuffed horse and put it on my bed. The rest I placed along the dresser and in odds and ends around the room, same with the framed photos I had. The very last thing in my last box was my alarm clock, which I immediately plugged in and set the time.
With a sigh, I stood up and looked around the room, it looked almost as good as my normal room, except my stereo was gone. It was a cool stereo too, it was a good sound system and held 3 CD's, 2 tapes, and had the AM and FM radio. Oh well, atleast they gave me my CD player and my CD's.
My stomach growled, I looked at my alarm clock, it was 2:03.
"Goodness, no wonder, I was skipping lunch!" I said to myself, I left my room and walked down the corridor to the kitchen. Storm was there, eating her lunch as well.
"Ah, you eat late meals too I see." She smiled as I sat down next to her after making a PB & J sandwich. I took a few bites, not saying anything, just pondering over myself and being left.
"Were you abandoned?" I asked abruptly, Storm put down her glass of water and stared at me, "If you don't mind me asking." I finished.
"No, not really." She set her cup down and thought on it for a while. "I used to live in Africa, with a tribe."
"That's cool."
"I controlled weather for them, I was sort of like a goddess. Then the white people came." She looked over too me, "no offense or anything."
"And it only gets worse, right?" I predicted.
"For a while, yeah, they captured me. It was only torture, and I couldn't escape."
"Man, tough luck."
"I eventually got loose though and found Xavier, and everything has been good since."
"Cool." I said with a mouthful of sandwich. My throat was dry so I got up and filled a glass of water. I was about to take a drink when I stopped myself. What if it happened again? What if I couldn't save myself? What if no one else could save me? I put the glass down on the table and stared at it. Storm saw me, "Are you afraid?"
"I don't want it to happen again."
"All you have to do is clear your mind, don't think of anything dramatic. Just take a drink and that's all."
I picked up the glass, How stupid, I'm afraid of water. I thought as I brought the cup to my lips. I tried not to think about it, I could feel the weight of it in the back of my mind. I swallowed, the memories started coming to me. I only tried to push them back. It's only water. I told myself as I swallowed more. I pushed the thoughts back to the back of my mind and tried to keep them there. Finally I finished and set the glass down.
"There you go!" Storm smiled, "Soon you won't have to have even a second thought about it. It'll be like you're normal again."
"I sure hope that day comes soon, if I have to do all that work just to drink water, I'm in trouble!" I said seriously but couldn't help but smile at my accomplishment.
"That's kind of what happened to me." He replied as I finished my story. "They came and then left, didn't even say goodbye."
"That sounds awful."
"I don't regret it, I don't feel sad from it or anything."
"Then what do you feel?"
"Emptiness," Chris' soft brown eyes turned hard and his teeth clenched, "and hate."
"Ah, Jessica, I was hoping I would find you." I heard someone say.
"Professor Xavier?" I looked up the stairs; he was sitting in his wheel chair at the top, "Oh yeah, thanks for the help."
"It turns out you won't be in Kitty's room, I'll have to place you to the room next to it. I forgot that Rogue was in that room all ready." Xavier gave a sheepish smile. I laughed, "Ok then, where do I go?"
"You'll be in the next corridor, 3 doors down from Storms room. Chris, you can show her where it is. I have things to attend to, I'll talk to you later." He wheeled his wheelchair around and left. As soon as he was out of ear distance, Chris burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"I can't believe he forgot Rogue shared rooms with Kitty! That's the craziest thing I've ever heard!"
I didn't get it, were they best friends or something?
"Ok, so where is my room now?"
"Follow me." He said whipping his tears. We each grabbed a box and headed up the stairs. "My room is in this hall too, 6 doors down I think. First one on your left." He led my to my room, I set down the box right outside the door and he did the same.
"Let's get them all up here first." I suggested; he nodded and we soon brought the rest up.
"I think that will take up for my workout today." Chris joked as he looked at his watch, "Well, I gotta go, I have a practice thing to go to."
"Bye." I waved, wondering what a 'practice thing' was. I turned and opened my door, it had the same beds and dressers as the other room did. This one wasn't occupied by anyone though, I have a room all to myself, cool! I thought as I dragged my boxes in. Once I had them all inside I shut the door and started opening each one to see what my parents left me. The first one I opened I looked inside and frowned, "I guess my parents still want me to go to school." It had my binder, my pencil bag and all my schoolbooks inside. "How boring, I hope none of the rest of my boxes are like these." I looked around at the floor of boxes to pick the next one, one caught my eye and I knew exactly which one it was.
"My Special Box!" I smiled and picked it up. My special box was a box that I kept all my important stuff in, like souvenirs, awards, letters, and old diaries that I'd filled up. Looking through it, I made sure it was all there, and it was. With my heart gladdened I slipped the box under my bed, where it would stay.
Most of the other boxes were filled with clothes and make-up and stuff like that. I emptied the boxes and put the contents in the proper places. One of my boxes had all my stuffed animals in it, I took out my most favorite stuffed horse and put it on my bed. The rest I placed along the dresser and in odds and ends around the room, same with the framed photos I had. The very last thing in my last box was my alarm clock, which I immediately plugged in and set the time.
With a sigh, I stood up and looked around the room, it looked almost as good as my normal room, except my stereo was gone. It was a cool stereo too, it was a good sound system and held 3 CD's, 2 tapes, and had the AM and FM radio. Oh well, atleast they gave me my CD player and my CD's.
My stomach growled, I looked at my alarm clock, it was 2:03.
"Goodness, no wonder, I was skipping lunch!" I said to myself, I left my room and walked down the corridor to the kitchen. Storm was there, eating her lunch as well.
"Ah, you eat late meals too I see." She smiled as I sat down next to her after making a PB & J sandwich. I took a few bites, not saying anything, just pondering over myself and being left.
"Were you abandoned?" I asked abruptly, Storm put down her glass of water and stared at me, "If you don't mind me asking." I finished.
"No, not really." She set her cup down and thought on it for a while. "I used to live in Africa, with a tribe."
"That's cool."
"I controlled weather for them, I was sort of like a goddess. Then the white people came." She looked over too me, "no offense or anything."
"And it only gets worse, right?" I predicted.
"For a while, yeah, they captured me. It was only torture, and I couldn't escape."
"Man, tough luck."
"I eventually got loose though and found Xavier, and everything has been good since."
"Cool." I said with a mouthful of sandwich. My throat was dry so I got up and filled a glass of water. I was about to take a drink when I stopped myself. What if it happened again? What if I couldn't save myself? What if no one else could save me? I put the glass down on the table and stared at it. Storm saw me, "Are you afraid?"
"I don't want it to happen again."
"All you have to do is clear your mind, don't think of anything dramatic. Just take a drink and that's all."
I picked up the glass, How stupid, I'm afraid of water. I thought as I brought the cup to my lips. I tried not to think about it, I could feel the weight of it in the back of my mind. I swallowed, the memories started coming to me. I only tried to push them back. It's only water. I told myself as I swallowed more. I pushed the thoughts back to the back of my mind and tried to keep them there. Finally I finished and set the glass down.
"There you go!" Storm smiled, "Soon you won't have to have even a second thought about it. It'll be like you're normal again."
"I sure hope that day comes soon, if I have to do all that work just to drink water, I'm in trouble!" I said seriously but couldn't help but smile at my accomplishment.