Hello, dear readers! Sorry it's been so long. But, at last, I will update!

DISCLAIMER: Need I say it again? I do NOT own X-Men: Evolution- only the idea, any poetry, the writing itself, and my OC Emmaline.

Chapter 15: How they see it.

~~It was over. Finally over. Kitty blinked back tears as she tried to stand, trembling, but fell to her knees. Where was everyone? Where was she? This world couldn't be hers. These ruins couldn't be the mansion. It wasn't possible; no one person could possibly cause all this damage. ~~

Yet it was, and I had done it. Now I felt empty. I knew how she had always been, and why she was so distant. I had always known the world to be a cruel place, from my first baby years when my dad beat me to my teenage years when I wandered on the streets.

Part of me wondered if I even had a name anymore. It had once been Ray. But I wasn't him anymore, because this wasn't what Ray felt like.

Laughter, bitter and hollow.

Cold and distant,

The lifeless breeze

Blew through the leafless trees

And those bodies, people were once these.

I knew the earth, but this… this wasn't earth. The ghostly part of me stood, and I, Emmaline Carlson, left someone behind. I calmly strolled through the mansion, to Ray's room in the place that had once been the infirmary. I touched him, and two became one.

It was an odd place inside his head, as I realized while I searched for Someone. I could remember here; I had been here before.

I jerked myself away from Ray's memories and resumed my solemn procession through his mind until I found Someone. There She was, revering in the blaze of power.

That's thing I remember, before everything went black. Before I was gone.

- Some time later, in the present day-

I think I'm dead. We're pretty much caught up to the present day now. I'm not really sure how long I've been dead or in a coma, because I just keep repeating this over and over, wishing I could sense the world around me like the normal people I've been.

Now, I have to ask myself—who are you? Why are you listening to this story? How did you come across me? I wasn't aware anyone knew who I was anymore. I often wonder—does my world even exist anymore?

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-flying feather scribbles