Author Note- This is my first time posting, an X-Men related story. Feedback would be welcome! I though of this little piece when I was on the bus. Credits as due to Kes...for helping me beta read this small piece. Thanks a lot...! I'm also thinking about doing a sequel to this idea, so I would appreciate feedback! /I
People are selfish creatures. That's a given, right? Well it hurts to be the only person that is not selfish…but then again, am I even counted as a person? Don't they even know that whenever they tread around me with those cautious footsteps that I can hear or see them?
I know that I'm untouchable, but am I to be shunned as well?
Why, why did he have to leave me? Now that I need him the most, he had already left me behind. It wasn't my fault, I didn't want to touch that woman, she touched me and I'm stuck with her life in my head. I feel so cold, the professor said that it would be warm here, back in my own room, but I don't think I could be warm again.
My mind had been broken and torn, as it had already been two years since he left. Just when would he be back?
He left me nothing, but memories and a pair of dog tags… I may be younger then him, but what am I? Chopped liver? I hated the way he flirted with Jean when he was here, but then again, who am I to say otherwise?
I only wish… I wish that he were here, with me now… for now, I could only try and not be as selfish as everyone else is…
I hear others calling, for me now. Let's just pretend that all this conversation with myself never happen, shall we?