56Epilogue
It was a cold day. The sky was thick with gray clouds and rain dripped softly from the sky. The mansion was gravely silent, there weren't many lights on, no laughter echoing the halls, there wasn't many people walking about.
No one was in high sprits.
It was painfully quiet else where but her mind, somberly she hummed to herself while singing the lyrics mentally. I'm thinking that it's time to get out, my patientsare fading fast the mind bruises just a little bit easier Dark times and shadows cast…
The tinkering of the rain drops on the window was numbing as the shadows clawed at the wall. The office of the Professor Charles Xavier housed worried and frightened faces. Charles sat behind his desk as still as a statue. While Storm leaned on the Professors desk with her arm crossed, she stared forward lifelessly a ghost of her former self, she had nothing to say.
Panic holds me like a gun firm and steadfast bleak and cold I think its time to kill the drama this life style's getting old…
Logan sat in the single leather cracking his knuckles, anytime he tried to speak up a lump would lodge in his throat, for once Logan couldn't find words. It was a first, making the issue was all the more serious.
Faces threaten from behind closed doors eyes spy from dark windows plotting minds that seek to harm me, or maybe not I don't really know…
Kurt was crunched up on the fireplace mantel. His tail coiling out of tension, his heart pumped to the beat of the clock next him as nerves started to get to him. The sorrow that ate at his heart made watered form in his eyes, he was at a loss.
There is something waiting for me in the darkest part of my imagination….
They sat in dimmed light, watching her silhouette outlined by the flashes of lighting and deafening cracks of thunder. Rogue filled her lungs with the tick muggy air searching for the strength, the sudden increase of pressure made her body whimper. It was her turn to speak and all eyes waited on her.
This is just self-induced terror theres more to come this is just a glimpse I tell myself that it's all in my head but I'm pretty hard to convince…
She rested on the window sill with her forehead against the window like he used to do with her, but he's gone even though he made a promised and left regardless.
What are you suffering for? Your pride or some kind of personal war? And when you throw it away .For nothing more than a simple taste…
It was an internal decision for Rogue to put his vague memory in a dark part of her thoughts, never to see them or feel them again at any cost. They had hurt each other for the last time. Everyday she brutalized herself for not trusting her conscious from the beginning and stayed away.
Oh, there's no relief, this world can offer, there's no relief, this world can offer me…
Rogue had new things to consider, she was on the second part of her confession. Moments before she had told her support staff that after her eleven months of being sober, she had a drink. It didn't end there, but the second part of the story had more depth and she struggled to find a way to relinquish the news.
I'll stay in time and watch you pass by… paranoia woven deep beneath my skin breath slow…
"Rogue!" Pietro was late but found himself in a joyful mood. He sped over from the door to Rogue taking a seat next to her on the window ledge.
Breath slow…
He had the biggest smile on his face as he held her hand in his own. "I love you so much." His blue eyes brought much needed passion to the depressing room.
Breath slow…
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Breath slow…
He rubbed her hand going over the newly placed two carat ring on her finger. He kissed her cheek as she turned to see the others expressions, praying that they figured it out without her having to say it aloud.
"How far along?" He asked blocking out the any thought of other people in the office with the letter in and proud smile.
I draw this line and hope you'll take my side…
Rogue gave a small smile as Pietro held the letter from the doctors. He was overdone with joy wrapping her up in his arms. The paper he held slipped from his shaking fingers as Rogue forced herself to embrace him back.
You shouldn't have to fight alone it's nobody's battle but your own…
A small three inch piece of photo paper landed in the middle of the office rug for all to see. The burry black and white imagine held everyone's breath as they all leaned to get a clear look.
*** Lyrics by Alexisonfire from To a Friend. This story was dedicated to a close friend whose life I find is reflected in lyrics of this song perfectly. They are the inspiration for the whole story. ** I wish the best for you** xoxoxo (Sweet candy I believe that was a question of yours.)
This concludes Part II- Black.