Confusion
She felt like stone, and yet she felt like she had thousands of emotions whirling around inside of her, chasing each other. Dancing to the rhythm of her beating heart. But was she even sure it was still beating? Surely her heart had broken long ago, strained to the point of breakage. Just one moment had done this to her, she had no where to run, nowhere to hide and no one understood why. She was repulsed by everything she touched, everything whispered the events of that night into to her unsuspecting mind. The worst part was the feeling of helplessness. She, Jean Grey, the control freak, had suddenly not been in control. She could have done nothing to stop him. She was so confused, she didn't know why she was hanging on to the little part of life she had left. Surely the end could be no worse than the hell she was living now.
Standing up Jean looked solemnly out across the grounds of the mansion, watching the children play in the sunshine. She knew they thought her odd, some may even want to help, but that she could not stand what she saw in their eyes more than anything. Pity. That was why she had not told anyone, she would rather cast herself away from everyone than have everyone pity her. She turned her head away from the warmth of the sunshine and headed in to the kitchen, passing students on her way. She fixed a smile on to her face until she reached the kitchen, and nearly passed out with relief when she entered the kitchen to find it was empty.
Jean suddenly rushed to the other side of the kitchen to where the knives were and stood with her hand hovering just above a large gleaming sharp kitchen knife. Grabbing the handle she slowly pulled it out of its place in the wooden holder. Hearing footsteps in the hallway out side she quickly slid the knife into her bag.
"Jean, are you ok?" Storm had slid into the kitchen, moving like a shadow as always.
"I'm fine why do you ask?" Jean fixed her smile back into place, praying the knife had not been seen. She could tell her breathing was too loud, she needed to get out of here before her conscience got the better of her.
"I saw you outside and you looked pale, too pale Jean." Storm reached out across the gap between them and gently touched jean hollow cheek.
"And when was the last time you ate? You've lost so much weight in the last 2 weeks." A look crossed Storm's face, it looked too much like pity for Jean.
"I'm fine and I've been eating fine! I just need some alone time ok! Look I'm going for a lie down now, ok? I'll see you later" Jean rushed out of the kitchen brushing roughly against Storm.
Storm Stood in the middle of the kitchen looking confused and extremely worried.
"Oh ok...."
Storm new that look, that had taken over Jean, it was the look of a broken woman. The look that Storm had once taken on. Suddenly Storm new Jean's secret, she understood now, Jean had been raped. Storm was going to keep an eye on her from now on, she would help Jean through this, if Jean wanted her help or not.