Chapter One
A/N: Thank you to the three people who reveiwed Moonlight on the terrace, I really appreiciated, I'm sorry that this stories life has been so weird, if anyone read them there were two other stories on the net before, but after a very nasty review I had to take them down and think about the direction I was taking this fiction in, I decided that it wasn't the direction I wanted it to go in, I didn't want it to be believed that I was turning suicide into a joke, because I really wasn't. I feel really strong about the subject, it's a horrible tragic thing, but as I read through my previous writings I did see how this person could make that assumption, so I decided to start over and try to write something meaningful, it might not be to anyone else but it will be to me, if you like it say it in your reveiws but if you don't tell me why and if it's a justified reason than maybe I could fix it, if not then screw you this is my fiction and I will not mold my creation into something that will please the masses, I write what I want to right and unless you have a plausible sugestion on how to better my writing skill I don't give a flying rats ass about you and your stupid abuse.
Oh and I was asked a question about the two poems that appeared on my earliest chapter, idon't use other people poetry unless I really think it applies to a story I write, I don't really think my poetry is anything to really brag about it but all the words in this story we're genuenly mine, although I hold no ownership to any of the characters of X-men evolution, I'm just using someone elses characters to bring life to my ideas.
If anyone read that then even if your one of those hating people then I like you, but still don't bother sending me your stupid not thought out hate mail because if you do I'll have to track down your e-mail address and tell you just what I think of your thoughts on me, and I can get really, really vengful when it comes to people disgraceing my work if you don't properly explain the reason why.
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She had thought about their faces, how all her loved ones would be left alone. She couldn't do that, she wouldn't subject the people she loved to the bitterness she was feeling. She would stay alive for them. She made the decision to not jump, she wouldn't be brought down this way. She was to strong to die like that, when she died it would either be glorious and fast, or painful and slow. Katheryn Pryde knew that she didn't need to die to feel, there were other ways.
She woke up the next day with sunlight drifting through the rippiling cotton drapes, she had forgotten to close the doors. She lifted herself from her bed, and silently stepped out onto he beloved terrace. She gazed out at the shining world before her, it was so decieving. Thefrost on the grass was melting, slowly, making it twinkle like a precious gem.How could everything around her be so golden and warm, when inside all she knew was emptiness.
Katheryn stood there, motionless, waiting for that feeling to return. She didn't know quite what it was, but she knew that she used to have it. She couldn't really grasp what it felt like, or when is was lost, but one day she woke up and knew that it wasn't there. Not knowing what else to do, Kitty had gone on with her life, pretending that it was still there, although not really sure that it was ever there in the first palce.
They hadn't noticed anything was different, they hadn't known that it wasn't there. They didn't see how her eyes, that had been so expressive and full, were now empty pools of emptiness. How was it that they didn't say anything, it would of angered her, if she remembered what anger was. How could her "friends" not realize what she was missing, how could they not notice her hollowness.
It was disheartening, and made her want to die even more. If she was dead they would have to aknowledge her, but then where would she be. If she died then how would she ever regain what she had lost. Oh how she wished to be a child again. Children were so untainted, so unknowing, so… innocent. That was it, she realized, she had had it, but somehow she had lost it. Would she ever, really, regain it. Could you find innocence after you lost it. Why did things have to be so very complicated, it just wasn't… fair.
"But Kitty",Thought the young girl , "life isn't fair, when will you realize that?",She slowly turned fromnature, and returnedtothe place that kept her captive,"Fairytales don't come true, there is no easterbunny, and no matter how hard a person tries they will never find the end of the rainbow"
Her thought's were all she had, her wonderings of things she would never understand. It was so complicated.
I realize this chapter was incredibly short and mostly a long winded authors note but hey who cares I'll update ASP.
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