FIC: Not The Same 1/? (PG, Rogue POV)
- Title: Not The Same
Rating: PG for now
Catagory: Rogue/? I am not exactly sure yet. Either Bobby or Logan, but most
Summary: Rogue decides to run and listen to the voices in her head
Archived: Just ask and I'll most likely say yes.
Author's note: I am not exactly sure where I want to go with this. I just had
to write it. I don't know if I'll continue. For now it is just a one part
thing. This is also pretty much my first fic that I am posting, I am normally
a lucker but I thought I'd try my hand at this. Enjoy.
Two years. It's been two years since I last had any peace in my mind. There
are so many voies in my head right now. I can't tell which is which. They've
all kind of melded together and become one voice.
One voice that tells me to do things, bad things.
Sure, Logan's voice is in their somewhere, along with mine, Magneto and many
I've killed. I'm a killer. I don't belong here among the X-Men. I belong out
there in the wild. Where I can hunt.
Jean and Professor X know something is wrong with me, but I built too many
walls for them to get through. They don't know what to do. I don't talk to
anyone, and when I do I usually just yell at them and lash out. I don't even
wear gloves anymore. I wear shorts and a tank top. If anyone touches my skin,
it's their fault. This also helps me isolate myself.
Poor Bobby. I put him in a coma, lasted about a week. I didn't mean to, it
just happened. I was walking down the hall, ignoring everybody. He wanted to
tell me something, so he grabbed my arm. It hurts to be forgetfull about me.
That is why I am leaving. Find somewhere where I don't have to worry about
touching people. I know there is someplace out their where I belong, I just
have to find it.