ROGUE'S ADDICTION
Rogue didn't know if she could make it to the end of the period. She kept sticking her hand in her jacket pocket to feel its presence. The fact that it was a source of comfort was almost disturbing to her mind, still slightly numbed from her joint before the first bell this morning. She remembered that when she was three, she would hold a knotted up blanket to soothe and reassure herself. Now, a senior in high school, she carried a wad of cheap marijuana.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang. Before her teacher could spit out another word, she had her chem. books in her arms and was out the door. She almost ran to the football field, not caring if anybody saw her. She had that small bit of consolation clenched in her slender gloved hand even before she was under the bleachers. Hearing the team start to pour out of the locker rooms, Rogue went to a more concealed shelter. Luckily, all the air-headed sluts that came to watch the jocks were on the other end. Escaped from the outside world, she lit up with a sigh of relief.
Although it took a minute to feel its effects, Rogue felt better when the first puff of smoke entered her mouth. The first time, almost a year ago, she had been sickened by the taste, but now it couldn't have been sweeter. As cool sedation took over, Rogue slumped against the legs of the bleachers and let her eyes stand half open, entering a state of utter passivity.
She leaned her head back and puffed a cloud of smoke above her, watching it swirl around the cool air. She closed her eyes and let it sweep her away. She wandered through thick grey clouds, seeing nothing but smoke. Then she saw a tall, handsome figure; no, he was downright gorgeous.
'I don't know you.' she thought, but then the figure came into focus and she saw the ruby-red glasses across his eyes.
'Goddamn you,' she said to Scott, 'Can't you ever leave me alone?'
But then she had no more time to complain. Scott walked up and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in for a sweet kiss. Rogue sighed, his kisses releasing tension that even drugs couldn't free. He gently kissed his way down her neck, sucking softly all the way down. She ran her fingers through his beautiful hair, and he kissed her again, rolling her tongue with his. He slowly pulled away and stared into her eyes, getting closer to her barbed soul then anyone else had ever dared. Then, without warning, Scott swirled away into smoke.
Rogue opened her eyes and was still staring at the bottom of the bleachers. The field was quiet and the setting sun had turned the sky pink. She looked at the burned-down joint in her fingers and realized with a harsh awakening that she had imagined the kiss. She hugged her knees tightly, crying into her jacket. She looked at her gloved hands and cursed them silently. She had been truly happy for the first time since her powers had surfaced, and those precious few moments had been ripped from her more quickly than they had come. She could never really get that close to anyone, ever. She was in an institute for the "gifted," but she couldn't see how it could be anything except a curse.
Rogue didn't know if she could make it to the end of the period. She kept sticking her hand in her jacket pocket to feel its presence. The fact that it was a source of comfort was almost disturbing to her mind, still slightly numbed from her joint before the first bell this morning. She remembered that when she was three, she would hold a knotted up blanket to soothe and reassure herself. Now, a senior in high school, she carried a wad of cheap marijuana.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang. Before her teacher could spit out another word, she had her chem. books in her arms and was out the door. She almost ran to the football field, not caring if anybody saw her. She had that small bit of consolation clenched in her slender gloved hand even before she was under the bleachers. Hearing the team start to pour out of the locker rooms, Rogue went to a more concealed shelter. Luckily, all the air-headed sluts that came to watch the jocks were on the other end. Escaped from the outside world, she lit up with a sigh of relief.
Although it took a minute to feel its effects, Rogue felt better when the first puff of smoke entered her mouth. The first time, almost a year ago, she had been sickened by the taste, but now it couldn't have been sweeter. As cool sedation took over, Rogue slumped against the legs of the bleachers and let her eyes stand half open, entering a state of utter passivity.
She leaned her head back and puffed a cloud of smoke above her, watching it swirl around the cool air. She closed her eyes and let it sweep her away. She wandered through thick grey clouds, seeing nothing but smoke. Then she saw a tall, handsome figure; no, he was downright gorgeous.
'I don't know you.' she thought, but then the figure came into focus and she saw the ruby-red glasses across his eyes.
'Goddamn you,' she said to Scott, 'Can't you ever leave me alone?'
But then she had no more time to complain. Scott walked up and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in for a sweet kiss. Rogue sighed, his kisses releasing tension that even drugs couldn't free. He gently kissed his way down her neck, sucking softly all the way down. She ran her fingers through his beautiful hair, and he kissed her again, rolling her tongue with his. He slowly pulled away and stared into her eyes, getting closer to her barbed soul then anyone else had ever dared. Then, without warning, Scott swirled away into smoke.
Rogue opened her eyes and was still staring at the bottom of the bleachers. The field was quiet and the setting sun had turned the sky pink. She looked at the burned-down joint in her fingers and realized with a harsh awakening that she had imagined the kiss. She hugged her knees tightly, crying into her jacket. She looked at her gloved hands and cursed them silently. She had been truly happy for the first time since her powers had surfaced, and those precious few moments had been ripped from her more quickly than they had come. She could never really get that close to anyone, ever. She was in an institute for the "gifted," but she couldn't see how it could be anything except a curse.