It's been a week since we heard about Magneto. People are still talking about it. I can say whatever I want about being on the team that takes him down, but I'm not proving anything to the one person I'm trying to prove something to: me. Magneto's the one person in this world who truly scares the hell out of me. I'll never admitt it outloud, but he does. I'm afraid of Magneto. I can't lie to myself about that much anymore.
Next week marks it being four years since that
day. I should ask Storm if she'll let me go down to Mississippi for a few days, but I'm not sure if I really want to do that. I haven't seen Cody since the accident and I'm not sure if I'm brave enough to go now. I do owe it to him though. Maybe I'll go next year.