Ghost ˚ C. Xavier [4]

Chapter Five

A/N: I promise you the story will get better, please don't hate me... I hate these first few chapters, too...

Jean's P.O.V

I sat on my bed, my eyes trailing over the singed wallpaper from my many nightmares before she died, some marks from after...

I thought I could still somehow feel her, sense her in a way. I knew it was impossible but it didn't stop me from thinking it. Some days the feeling was stronger than it was others. But today it was physically causing me pain. Every time I thought I felt her a wave of pain would wash over my head and make me stop in reaching out.

I sighed, flopping backwards so I was now looking at the ceiling. I shouldn't be so hung up over this... It was impossible that she was the one I was sensing. She was long gone and buried... So why was it her voice that rang through my head whenever I had these feelings?

I could tell The Professor, and maybe he would tell me he could feel her too?

No, now I'm just being foolish.

Thinking I could feel my dead mother was insane enough, but thinking that he would be able to feel her too was somehow more farfetched.

I closed my eyes, slowing my breathing down to try and forget about all of this, and not long after had I fallen asleep.

I was asleep for a half an hour when it happened again.

The rush of pain and darkness.

I heard her screams, each one more pained than the last.

This dream was worse than the last one, making me feel like I was the man she attacked. I couldn't breath, my throat felt constricted. My eyes shot open, my hand immediately going to my throat as I coughed at the sudden feeling of air flowing through my lungs.

I gasped for breath, my heart beating rapidly as I did so, tears and sweat falling from my face. I looked to my door in the darkness of my room and let out a long, shaky breath.

I had to tell somebody about this before it got worse... Wether or not it was real, I had to.

So that's what I'll do...