Post by Oracle on Feb 25, 2011 0:22:25 GMT -5
Christina made it back to her room. For some reason, she felt like a child sent to her room after a scolding. But why did she feel guilty? Well... then again, she was guilty for using Cerebro and trying to hide it from everyone. So she went by her bed and laid down, trying to re-enact this morning to find the reason. She closed her eyes.
Christina: Alright, I was sleeping. But then I woke up. Then I... I... probably sat up and got out of bed.
She did as she said, but just ended up sitting on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor.
Christina: No, I sat like this for a while. That's right! And then, while I was here, I thought about... going to use Cerebro. But for what?!
Christina lowered her head down and laid back down on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, just out of complete boredom before finally deciding to sleep. She turned over on her side and looked straight out. The instant her eyes hit it, pain shot through her head again. Christina held her head but focused her eyes on the object. It was the photograph she kept on her nightstand, the one of her and her father.
Christina: Dad? Dad! Whatever it was, it had to do with Dad!
She tried to remember more, but nothing else came. In the end, Christina thought that if all of this was brought on because she was asleep, then maybe she should try it again. She rolled over to her other side and closed her eyes, hoping she would remember when she woke up.
Christina: Alright, I was sleeping. But then I woke up. Then I... I... probably sat up and got out of bed.
She did as she said, but just ended up sitting on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor.
Christina: No, I sat like this for a while. That's right! And then, while I was here, I thought about... going to use Cerebro. But for what?!
Christina lowered her head down and laid back down on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, just out of complete boredom before finally deciding to sleep. She turned over on her side and looked straight out. The instant her eyes hit it, pain shot through her head again. Christina held her head but focused her eyes on the object. It was the photograph she kept on her nightstand, the one of her and her father.
Christina: Dad? Dad! Whatever it was, it had to do with Dad!
She tried to remember more, but nothing else came. In the end, Christina thought that if all of this was brought on because she was asleep, then maybe she should try it again. She rolled over to her other side and closed her eyes, hoping she would remember when she woke up.