Title: Musings-Chapter 6
Summary: Try to guess who this character's POV is?
Rating:G to PG-13 This is probably going to be a angsty story on perhaps my part of writing this story. I'm not very sure on rating chapters...
Disclaimers: Same sayings as other chapters, I've posted... I'm not going to repeat myself...in case..I'll get too boring...
Author's Notes: Okay...now this may seem a little confusing. But for the purpose of not confusing myself when I post chapters. I'll be posting the Chapter number as well as if it's a female or male prespective. So I hope it won't confuse anyone. _ Also greatest thanks to Kes...
I'm still not too sure on whether I should tell the Professor about my headaches.
The Logan and the Erik in my head are saying yes, that I should, but Carol and David are saying no. My mind's practically at war with each other, for it seems like every hour of my existence is used to try and remain sane as possible.
The acting skills that I'm said to be especially good at, are a useful mean to use at times of attending class or being in the presence of the others. It might be a good thing or a bad thing that other people don't know what is happening to me. I can't seem to make up my mind about that. But I'll try not to think about it.
It's hours after I had tea with Dr. McCoy, in the dead of the nigh, I believe.
I'm currently tossing and turning in my bed, unable to find any semblance of sleep.
My heart and conscience are in turmoil as to what face I should adapt for the future. Should I try to retain the personality that was Marie? Her innocence and naivety is something that my heart really wants to stay.
But as the days and hours go by, with the personas in my head, the conscience part of me argues for turning into the personality that is Rogue's. The conscience part is currently winning, for there is hardly any more reason to cling onto the dreams of Marie. It's getting harder to resist the temptations of retreating behind the personality of Rogue; the warrior of me.