A.N.- wow, ok. this, is a little weird. My first X-Men movie fic. It's a one-shot. I was just working on an idea I had. It started with the first two lines you see.
So give me your thoughts. I'd really like to know what you think. (oh yeah, and the way I wrote it is weird, too. I'm just eccentric like that ;-) )
I died.
I actually died.
My heart stopped beating, I stopped breathing, the whole nine yards.
Can you comprehend that?
I mean, how many people do you know came back from the dead?
And it just goes to show how strong my mutation is. It works when I'm dead. How many people can say that?
It makes me sick to my stomach.
How can I work towards control when it can't ever be stopped?
I don't think anyone knows.
If I told Logan, he'd freak out, and seclude himself.
Which isn't that uncommon, but still.
I don't even think the Professor realizes.
I guess you can say that's why I've become so morbid. I'm always wearing black.
I'm allowed to dress like I'm dead.
Because I actually was.
So, I guess you can say I've just given up hope.
It's sad.
But it's ok.
What's the worst thing that could happen?
My death?
