But you shouldn't have just left, John
I still can't get that nagging little voice out of my head. Always there, persistent little bitch, she never let up while I was at the mansion and she certainly hasn't let up since I left.
But I guess she doesn't know about that. Not that she was here to tell anyway.
John, they told us to stay there. Besides, I wasn't about to go running for your ass while Magneto and Mystique were out there. --shivers-- They still put me on edge.
God, I swear if she doesn't shut up one of these days I'm gonna take a drill to my head. Do you know how much it sucks to look at your boss and have to suppress fear that isn't yours? Well, it blows. If she wasn't being so pissy right now I'd almost sympathize with her. She alone is bad enough, I can't imagine what its like with more than just one.
Now wait just a second, Big Shot, I didn't ask for your pity. It also ain't my fault that you just so happened to ignore my protests when you joined the Brotherhood. I begged you not to get on that helicopter.
It's been four weeks,four fucking weeks, and she still isn't gone. Not to mention she won't even give me some privacy. I don't need her little interjections on each thought and action of mine.
No one told me she did this; I thought she just absorbed other mutant's powers, maybe some personality defects (like smoking cigars). She violated me. She's in here, in my head, and she won't shut up. EVER.
John, what are you doing.
"You know what I'm doing, Rogue. You can see in my head remember?" I bark out with as much disgust as I can muster. I check my new wrist lighter's fuel and flint as I walk towards Magneto's - no my - no - the Brotherhood's- latest target. Fuck taht's annoying. I can't keep my head straight.
Stop it. You don't have to do this. Please come back.
If I'd have wanted a conscience, I would have kept my own. She can't be serious. Of course I have to do this; I left the X-Men. This is my life now, regardless of how much I miss my old one, I can't go back. Do people think that I'm crazy for talking to myself?
That's not true, Johnny, you could always come back. Xavier would understand. I would understand, and so would Bobby. And yes, they do, but trust me sugah there are other clues to your mental state of being that don't require you opening your mouth.
"Goddamn it Rogue, stop snooping around in my personal thoughts" I throw up my measly mental shields as hard as I can, but for her, it's nothing and we both know that by now.
Fine, have it your way
She's decided to let me off easy this time. And it's blissfully silent. For now.
A/N: I know this is short. I have a sequel I'm working on from Rogue's POV. I kind of don't know where to go from here, and I've realized I'm terrible at elaborating on storylines. R&R's would be adored.