Ch 9, still trying to get some ideas, if you have any, feel free to tell me, I enjoy hearing from you.
Scott Summers woke up from his fitful sleep around four or five in the morning, not wanting to go through all the nightmares just to get some extra sleep, he decided to get up early. He went through his normal morning routine, step-by-step. It always had to be the same, everything in order, right where he knew the things he needed were. His mind began to drift, he was thinking about a lot of things, but he was rudely kicked out of his thoughts when he tripped over a chair and fell into a hap on the floor (been there, done that). He got up and angrily cursed at the chair.
Finally he finished his routine, without any more surprises, and found himself somewhere downstairs. He wondered if there was anyone around to point him in the direction of the rec. room. He heard voices coming from a room and walked over towards it. But right when he was about to knock he stopped because he heard his name mentioned in the conversation going on inside. It sounded like Professor Xavier and Dr. McCoy.
"The boy's just not adjusting to this place, what should we do?" Hank asked.
"To tell you the truth old friend, I don't know. Maybe he's not cut out for this school after all." Professor sighed. "I had such high expectations for him, I don't know what happened."
The last sentence hurt Scott, he felt tears beginning to form in his unseeing eyes, he willed them away, but they still came anyways. He dropped his cane, and ran, just ran as far as he could run. He found himself sitting on the front steps. He was torn, do I belong here? He asked himself, Better yet, am I wanted here? Scott sighed, after a few minutes he made up his mind. He would leave now, he had no clue where he would go, but if he survived before, he could survive again. It was rather stupid, he had a bed, clean cloths, food, whatever he needed. But he felt as though he had to leave, he had to run from those words he heard.
He felt worthless as he found his way back to his room and stuffed some cloths and such into a small backpack. He quietly walked out of his room and went downstairs; counting the steps he took unconsciously. He found himself out in the front yard, in front of the gates. He quickly went through them, and headed down the road. He used his hearing and feeling to make sure he was still on the gravel side of the road. It was sometimes helpful to have enhanced senses, even though they were caused by the loss of his sight.
He began to feel the tears filling his eyes again, as he thought about what the two men had said, were they that disappointed in him that they'd make him leave? He gave up trying to stop the tears, he had never cried like this over anything but the deaths of his parents and brother. He didn't know why he felt so bad.
About three hours after he set out, he stopped, he was surprised he was able to walk that long, but he did. He found some shade under a tree's branches that hung over part of the road and sat down. He tried to remember what his parents faces looked like, but he couldn't, that made him even more upset. His knee was throbbing, as well as his head. He had to force his body to obey his command to get up and walk again.
After what seemed like an hour Scott was feeling so low down and rotten, he just wanted to curl up in a ball and well…..die. He felt as though he was a horrible person and he hurt and let down everyone who got close to him. It was a terrible feeling to have. He felt as though he couldn't take any more of this pain filled life, and decided to find a way to end it all. It was a hard decision, a wrong one, he knew it, but life was too bad to bear for him. He went through all the ways in his head, but he felt as if he couldn't go through with any of them. He also had a disadvantage because of his blindness.
Scott found himself in the woods, just walking; it felt good sort of, knowing all the risks, he began to run. He ran, stumbling and falling over tree roots and rocks. By the time he was out of breath and slowed down, he was lost, his hands and knees were cut up and bleeding from falling, yet he didn't care what happened to him now. He just wanted to live again, to be free.
His body didn't like this stress, it was complaining, but he still didn't care, he was far from the school he knew, away from the words. They couldn't hurt me now, he thought to himself, but they still did. The words haunted his every thought, causing him pain. He began running again, to try and escape the darkness and words that hurt him in his head, but he couldn't. Finally, after tripping over a log, Scott's body refused to go on any further. When he tried to get up, his leg, mostly his hurt knee wouldn't hold his weight, even though he weighed so little, he couldn't continue.
He slumped against the log, sitting with his legs stretched out in front of him and cried, not because of physical pain, because of mental pain he had. No one understood it, no one saw it, no one cared for it. It was if it only existed to him, it just might. Maybe it was just his imagination, wait did he ever have one of those, he thought to himself sadly.
He felt the pain, the physical exhaustion creeping into him, and accepted it, not pushing it away as he usually would. He wanted a distraction from his other pain.
Meanwhile, everyone began to get up around the institute about two hours after Scott left. No one noticed the boy's absence, except for Jean, when she asked Kitty she just shrugged and said, probably still asleep. It wasn't until Dr.McCoy and the Professor left his office that they found Scott's cane on the ground. That was when they knew something was wrong, Scott had practically left his eyes on the floor, just tossed away like nothing.
"Hank, I don't like this, can you check in on Scott's room while I check with the students, I fear he overheard some part of our conversation, and did something extreme." Professor said, suddenly fearing for Scott's safety.
"I'm on it." Hank ran up the steps, to find an almost completely empty room, except for the normal furnishings and such. "Oh my Stars and Garters." He said quietly to himself, and then rushed back downstairs.
When Hank got back downstairs, Professor Xavier was already waiting for him. Hank shook his head and said "He ran."
Yes Scott has ran away, next chapter coming up soon. Thanks for the reviews again, keep them coming. Thank You Megan, your a great friend, even though your completely insane:)