I never liked her much.
Does that seem cruel?
Maybe, but its too late now.
I'm still trying to understand.
I know the agents burst in,
We fought,
None of them were seriously injured,
I let down my shield,
Rogue knew about the last agent,
She tried to warn me,
Too late.
She took the bullet for me. It hit her right above the stomach, I know because I saw. The bullet tore through her uniform, and into her skin. It stopped before reemerging, she fell to the floor. I couldn't move, don't know why,
Don't know.
Out of everyone in our team, it was Rogue who took the bullet, Rogue who defied all reason. I could have stopped it, if I had been given more warning, why didn't she call out a second earlier? I could have stopped it. Why am I critiquing her? She saved my life.
As much as I don't want to say it,
She saved me.
I don't want to be in her debt. In movies, when someone does that, the person that they saved is supposed to sob and cry, saying, "it should have been me, it should have been me."
I'm glad to be alive.
Does that sound too horrible?
God it's ironic, out of everyone, Rogue saved me. She saved me twice. When my powers went out of control, she risked everything for me. Scott said it was because she believed I would have done the same for her.
Would I have?
Honestly, I don't think so. I sound so spoiled.like a child. But I value my life, I do. There's blood on my uniform, the new one.my thoughts don't make sense, where is everyone?
Logan's cold, sitting on the stoop, staring as a new sun rises.
Kurt's on one of the balconies; I suppose he's thinking.
Storm and the Professor are in the library, discussing things. I wonder what there is to speak of?
Kitty's in her room, I haven't seen her since we got back.
Scott's in the den, watching TV. Not really watching, he's not paying attention, but staring at it like a starving man stares at food. I tried to talk to him, pleaded. I gave him the sympathy act; I wanted him to comfort me. He couldn't, just stayed staring at the television.
She dies in front of me, and no one cares to ask how I feel?
It's been eight hours.there's still blood on my face. I tried to wash it away in the rain, it didn't work. We had to leave her body behind, I wonder if the agents stepped on it? I suppose we'll go back to try and find it later, I don't want to.
I can't go back there,
Cry for someone I disliked,
Pretend that she was "like a sister to me."
But she wasn't.
Even if she cared,
Even if she took my bullet,
Even if she died for me.
Jean
A/N: it was shorter than Kitty's, I know. Jean sounds kind of childlike, which was my intention. I'm not a big fan of Jean as it is, but I didn't bash her, just tried to show her thoughts in an interesting way.
Reviews much appreciated
Next Chapter: Scott ("she's dead. It's gotten easier for me to say, Rogue's dead.")
Does that seem cruel?
Maybe, but its too late now.
I'm still trying to understand.
I know the agents burst in,
We fought,
None of them were seriously injured,
I let down my shield,
Rogue knew about the last agent,
She tried to warn me,
Too late.
She took the bullet for me. It hit her right above the stomach, I know because I saw. The bullet tore through her uniform, and into her skin. It stopped before reemerging, she fell to the floor. I couldn't move, don't know why,
Don't know.
Out of everyone in our team, it was Rogue who took the bullet, Rogue who defied all reason. I could have stopped it, if I had been given more warning, why didn't she call out a second earlier? I could have stopped it. Why am I critiquing her? She saved my life.
As much as I don't want to say it,
She saved me.
I don't want to be in her debt. In movies, when someone does that, the person that they saved is supposed to sob and cry, saying, "it should have been me, it should have been me."
I'm glad to be alive.
Does that sound too horrible?
God it's ironic, out of everyone, Rogue saved me. She saved me twice. When my powers went out of control, she risked everything for me. Scott said it was because she believed I would have done the same for her.
Would I have?
Honestly, I don't think so. I sound so spoiled.like a child. But I value my life, I do. There's blood on my uniform, the new one.my thoughts don't make sense, where is everyone?
Logan's cold, sitting on the stoop, staring as a new sun rises.
Kurt's on one of the balconies; I suppose he's thinking.
Storm and the Professor are in the library, discussing things. I wonder what there is to speak of?
Kitty's in her room, I haven't seen her since we got back.
Scott's in the den, watching TV. Not really watching, he's not paying attention, but staring at it like a starving man stares at food. I tried to talk to him, pleaded. I gave him the sympathy act; I wanted him to comfort me. He couldn't, just stayed staring at the television.
She dies in front of me, and no one cares to ask how I feel?
It's been eight hours.there's still blood on my face. I tried to wash it away in the rain, it didn't work. We had to leave her body behind, I wonder if the agents stepped on it? I suppose we'll go back to try and find it later, I don't want to.
I can't go back there,
Cry for someone I disliked,
Pretend that she was "like a sister to me."
But she wasn't.
Even if she cared,
Even if she took my bullet,
Even if she died for me.
Jean
A/N: it was shorter than Kitty's, I know. Jean sounds kind of childlike, which was my intention. I'm not a big fan of Jean as it is, but I didn't bash her, just tried to show her thoughts in an interesting way.
Reviews much appreciated
Next Chapter: Scott ("she's dead. It's gotten easier for me to say, Rogue's dead.")