Disclaimer: I do not; in a way, shape, or form, own the X-Men. Any of them! *sigh* Happy now? Oh yeah and the song is called 'Breathe' by Greenwheel, I don't own *that* either. So what the hell do I own? Don't ask me..
Author's Note: Feedback appreciated, please R+R. ~Thanks
Journal of a Lonely Soul
"I, played the fool today
And I, can see us vanishing into the crowd
Longing for home again,
But home, is a feeling I buried in you
I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
And I can't ask for things to be still again,
No I can't ask for you
To offer the world through your eyes
Longing for home again
But home, is a feeling I buried in you
I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
My window through which nothing hides
And everything sings
I'm counting the signs
And cursing the miles in between
But home, is a feeling I buried in you
That I buried in you I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
When I breathe
It only hurts when I breathe
When I breathe
It only hurts when I breathe"
Dear Journal,
Today wasn't very eventful, if you could even call it that, at first. There is just about a full out war on mutants now, what has the world come to? I ask myself, it seems, every day. Things have changed, and many of us, once enemies, are now friends. Strange how things turn out that way.
Living day by day in these old bunkers is hard enough, but we have to scrounge around for food. This morning I snuck into one of the army bases nearby with little Jubilee and we had to steal some extra food and supplies. Our clothes are torn and dirty and the weather is worsening. While heading back to our small bunker, that we share with 3 others; Jean, Rogue and Kurt, we were almost caught. Little Jubes got away from me for a second and one of the bases guards nearly caught her. It is so hard for the younger ones here, Jubilee is only 8 and Kurt is 10. The older among us are me; I'm 22, Jean is 21 and Rogue is 19.
Once I got Jubes away from the base by carrying her, we hurried into our bunker. It was so cold outside her tiny hands were bleeding from being cracked and dry. Jean rushed over to her, sitting her down on her cot and covered her with one of the extra blankets. Rogue came over too and looked at her. Jubilee was sick, and getting sicker. Kurt bounded over to her side and tried cheering her up, but she was too tired for games.
Rogue warned me about taking her out with me in such weather, but Jubes was a good little thief and she helped alot with getting supplies because she was so small. Jean had gone to one of our neighbor's bunkers, which were about a quarter of a mile away, and asked for an extra pan so we could boil some water. Things like that were scarce, but most people were kind and they lent it to us. Our other pan had cracked while Kurt was playing around with it one day and now it leaked. The young boy felt so bad about it all, but we couldn't scold him. He was young and didn't know any better.
A little while ago, I heard Jean coming to the door. I sat up in my bunk when she burst in the door, struggling to support what seemed to be an injured man. Rogue and I ran over and quickly helped her out. The man had been out in this awful weather, it was now snowing. Jean said she didn't know where he came from, she'd never seen him around any of the bunkers before. She'd found him on her way back to our camp and said he was lying face first on the ground, half covered in snow and he was half-naked. Jean couldn't leave him there, so she got him up and started dragging him back here. We put the man down on my cot and covered him with some of the blankets we had. Jubilee and Kurt were sleeping, they had no idea what was going on. Jean carefully looked him over and said he had frostbite on his hands and feet, which were surprisingly bare. He also had alot of bruising on his chest and face like he had been beaten.
I reminded Jean that we couldn't trust anyone, and he may be one of the soldiers fighting against us. She and Rogue both ganged up on me and said we needed to help him out. I finally caved, making a nice warm fire and told them he could stay the night. Still I didn't trust him. I'm sitting on the floor now, after making a nice fire to keep us all warm during the night. I have to keep an eye out for this rough looking guy. If something ever happened to Rogue, Jean or the children, I'd never forgive myself.
A/N: Can you guess who the journal writer is? Tell me in a review! The description is pretty vague, so it may be pretty difficult to guess. Any idea who this mysterious man from the cold is? Guess you'll just hafta wait. Curious? Want me to continue?? ~*DarkChaos*~
Author's Note: Feedback appreciated, please R+R. ~Thanks
Journal of a Lonely Soul
"I, played the fool today
And I, can see us vanishing into the crowd
Longing for home again,
But home, is a feeling I buried in you
I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
And I can't ask for things to be still again,
No I can't ask for you
To offer the world through your eyes
Longing for home again
But home, is a feeling I buried in you
I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
My window through which nothing hides
And everything sings
I'm counting the signs
And cursing the miles in between
But home, is a feeling I buried in you
That I buried in you I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
I'm alright
I'm alright
It only hurts when I breathe
When I breathe
It only hurts when I breathe
When I breathe
It only hurts when I breathe"
Dear Journal,
Today wasn't very eventful, if you could even call it that, at first. There is just about a full out war on mutants now, what has the world come to? I ask myself, it seems, every day. Things have changed, and many of us, once enemies, are now friends. Strange how things turn out that way.
Living day by day in these old bunkers is hard enough, but we have to scrounge around for food. This morning I snuck into one of the army bases nearby with little Jubilee and we had to steal some extra food and supplies. Our clothes are torn and dirty and the weather is worsening. While heading back to our small bunker, that we share with 3 others; Jean, Rogue and Kurt, we were almost caught. Little Jubes got away from me for a second and one of the bases guards nearly caught her. It is so hard for the younger ones here, Jubilee is only 8 and Kurt is 10. The older among us are me; I'm 22, Jean is 21 and Rogue is 19.
Once I got Jubes away from the base by carrying her, we hurried into our bunker. It was so cold outside her tiny hands were bleeding from being cracked and dry. Jean rushed over to her, sitting her down on her cot and covered her with one of the extra blankets. Rogue came over too and looked at her. Jubilee was sick, and getting sicker. Kurt bounded over to her side and tried cheering her up, but she was too tired for games.
Rogue warned me about taking her out with me in such weather, but Jubes was a good little thief and she helped alot with getting supplies because she was so small. Jean had gone to one of our neighbor's bunkers, which were about a quarter of a mile away, and asked for an extra pan so we could boil some water. Things like that were scarce, but most people were kind and they lent it to us. Our other pan had cracked while Kurt was playing around with it one day and now it leaked. The young boy felt so bad about it all, but we couldn't scold him. He was young and didn't know any better.
A little while ago, I heard Jean coming to the door. I sat up in my bunk when she burst in the door, struggling to support what seemed to be an injured man. Rogue and I ran over and quickly helped her out. The man had been out in this awful weather, it was now snowing. Jean said she didn't know where he came from, she'd never seen him around any of the bunkers before. She'd found him on her way back to our camp and said he was lying face first on the ground, half covered in snow and he was half-naked. Jean couldn't leave him there, so she got him up and started dragging him back here. We put the man down on my cot and covered him with some of the blankets we had. Jubilee and Kurt were sleeping, they had no idea what was going on. Jean carefully looked him over and said he had frostbite on his hands and feet, which were surprisingly bare. He also had alot of bruising on his chest and face like he had been beaten.
I reminded Jean that we couldn't trust anyone, and he may be one of the soldiers fighting against us. She and Rogue both ganged up on me and said we needed to help him out. I finally caved, making a nice warm fire and told them he could stay the night. Still I didn't trust him. I'm sitting on the floor now, after making a nice fire to keep us all warm during the night. I have to keep an eye out for this rough looking guy. If something ever happened to Rogue, Jean or the children, I'd never forgive myself.
A/N: Can you guess who the journal writer is? Tell me in a review! The description is pretty vague, so it may be pretty difficult to guess. Any idea who this mysterious man from the cold is? Guess you'll just hafta wait. Curious? Want me to continue?? ~*DarkChaos*~