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[xp_tarot]

I don't know who to be angry at first. Whoever those people were, the person who sent them here, myself, God, Professor Xavier, the teachers, my parents...

I am not going to be able to sleep. Not for a very long time. I am not going to bother Dr. McCoy for medicine to help, because he is busy.

I can't stop crying, I can't stop shaking, and I am so mad that I cannot see right anymore.

There were someone's brains in my hair, because someone shot them in the head. I don't even know who shot them or whose brains they were, only, I know it wasn't any of us, because no one is dead.

I still can't stop feeling it. Blood and ... blood. A lot of blood.

I can't stop seeing Angelo on fire. Over and over and over. I saw it. I saw it a month ago, and I didn't really say because I didn't want to believe it was true.
Why can't this be just another stupid useless pretty pictures power? I never wanted this!

Now what do I do?

... someone help? Please? I don't know what to do with this. Why me?

Comments

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Talking would be good.

I look a mess though.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

I'm not in the best shape myself, Angie. It's okay. And if you're sure about the sleep, then okay. I'd like to think I've learned my lesson about pushing people, and not being able to solve everything. But if the sleep thing continues to be a problem, go see Dr. McCoy, please?

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I will.

.. I think I should eat, only I might toss up.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Do you want me to find some crackers and ginger ale? Those are easier to keep down.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I think I should come down.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Okay. I'm in the kitchen. Can't sleep either. :-/