WHO: Monica Dawson and Xander Harris WHEN: A day after their conversation on the boards (will link when not being lazy) WHERE: Hyperion, Monica's room WHAT: Ice cream, talking and probably crying on Monica's part STATUS: Incomplete RATING: TBA
When Monica said she wasn't going to leave her room, she had meant it. She didn't really want to see anyone, or do anything, other than lie on her bed and cry. It wasn't fair, it really wasn't fair. Her mother didn't deserve to die. She shouldn't have died. And no matter what Peter and the older Hiro told her, Monica was furious at herself for not being able to save her mom. She still didn't understand why she had been sent back in time, and now had superpowers, if she couldn't save her mom.
Deep down a tiny part of Monica never wanted to use her powers again. She was tempted to ask Nathan if he instead could teach her about politics, and she could go about saving people that way.
What good were powers if the one person she wanted to save more than anything, was going to end up dead every single time she tried?
Monica hadn't really prepared herself for Xander's visit. She looked awful; her hair was messy and tangled, and her eyes were still red and extremely puffy from crying. Her t-shirt was all crumpled, as were her pajama bottoms (at least she had managed to change out of her track suit, although when she did so Monica had no idea). She sniffed horribly like she had a very dangerous cold, and her voice had become very hoarse - almost like a smokers.
Her room was a mess as well, and the curtains had been drawn, blocking the sunlight since she had gotten back. The TV was on CNN, showing the coverage of Katrina's aftermath. For some reason no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't change the channel, even though watching the TV was bringing back to many painful memories. So many Monica thought she was going to die.
She hoped her room wouldn't scare Xander away, or her appearance, or the fact she knew that she was very likely going to end up crying again.