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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?

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[x-shinobi.livejournal.com]

I know you've already been talking to the Professor and Doctor Mactaggart about your dreams, but you might consider talking with Emma, too. I don't know, I guess I just have a feeling in my gut that she could help. Or it might just be the worry, but hey, may as well suggest anyway, right?

You can add my name to the no-doubt large list of people you cna get a hug from if you need one, poppet. I'll be 'round.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

It cannot hurt to talk to her.

I think I may be doing a lot of talking over the next many days.