"You're overreacting," he says, and maybe I am, but when everything seems to
be falling down and all you have is the work, and the work is
nonexsistent, then... well.
Well.
Is the truth still out there? And do I, in my weak excuse for a life, busted
and rejected and nowhere near the Fox Mulder that ALL OF YOU are convinced I
am, do I still have a RIGHT to that truth? God, I'm alone here, alone and
burning up and I'm scared, so scared. Someone of purer heart than I would
say that it's ALL about the truth, that if I can hang on here and do my work
then it's worth it. These are the same people who believe I never murdered
Vanya in the hole that night, in the basement, who believe that I went to
Tunguska the second time to save my brothersAleshka from Kolyai and
Kolyai from himself. The same people that gave me the DSC when I got back,
like Eric. And Christ, I tried. But notoriety is not what I need right
now, all I want is to do good, to be innocent, Christ, remember Josh
Exley? Just playing ball. Smiling. Content in myself, not split down the
middle between who I am and the way I'm "supposed" to act.
She's out there somewhere. Even if it's in the face of some other child that
never came home, someone I might be able to save. But I'm ruining that
chance. Ruining my life. No good, the same old mantra, and it hurts so bad
but what the fuck do I do?
Caught between the myth, what you all think I should be and the reality, the
truth that I am and the desire, the love and desire and the quest for the
truth and who am I? Can I be your Fox Mulder, even with this situational
crown of thorns? Can I make the best of it and do what I can? I'm scared, so
scared, and lonely, and Scully's in bed and it's dawn and look, I'm crying.
Is the myth intact? Does anyone out there hear me? I need your help. I'm
not perfect but I try so hard, and I need to know there's still a chance
for me. That I'm still doing the right thing.
Please. God, please.
I'm sorry.
Scully. And Samantha. And all of you out there who believe in the perfect
fiction.
I'm sorry.
Fox
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