Disclaimer: all characters belong to marvel comics except the old bat.

Summary: A glimpse into rogue's thoughts, and how she sees things, not centered on her mutation more on her

Personality.

How long will it take?

'Rogue'

'Rogue'

'Rogue'

Somehow no matter many times someone says my name I still don't react immediately its like time stops and is replaced with something that non-existence outside my mind. I hear her call my name again like an echo, yet I stay frozen. 'How long will it take?' silly really the only thing that enters my mind is that! The old same question that keeps on replaying! 'How long will it take?' people never understand when I tell them the question, not even the therapist did, he said that I was living in the past and gave me some depression pills 'twice a day everyday'. After he said that I called him every name under the sun, I think it surprised him for awhile until he told me I should take some anger management classes, I really should of just left it like that but I do really have a thing for annoying therapist it seems to be one of my main traits these days, so instead I opened my big mouth and laughed shared my encounter with my cousin of when I got angry after, he paled immediately and gave me a number of a local church I made sure to take a mental photograph. Its funny everybody I tell about the question they end up analysing my personality instead of my problem. So that's why I have a thing about therapist, and I'm stuck with the same question running around my mind and they tell me to get a personality check. I think it everybody got that fault they look for something wrong when I'm pointing it right out to them, I realised that I don't like a lot of people when they started to that. Though I think I've got a lot more faults than them. Maybe I grow out of it, truthfully its not going to happen.

'How long will it take?' 'Stupid therapist'.

'Rogue'

'Rogue'

'Maybe I should answer, I think maybe its time to put that old bat out of her misery'
'Rogue'

I got of my seat walked up to the front desk put a fake smile on my face not up to my eyes with the thick glasses she got on she probably half blind anyway.

'Rogue' she said to me replacing her fallen glasses to top of her nose, and gave me the once over I can tell she doesn't like what she sees by the squinting of the eyes either that or she's really is blind.

'Yep' I said this time no with smile.

'Oh you probably didn't hear me, it doesn't matter now' she half smiled at first but then after she had convinced herself that I wasn't just being rude she smiled, it suited her face.

I kind of like how old people do that and think the best of everyone they do all the work of thinking up a story and do it themselves, that's why I like them.

She didn't wait for any response defiantly sure that I had anything else to say, pity, if I didn't see that look when she saw me I would have let it go but I'm in bad mood too bad.

'I heard you the first time' to anybody younger I would have smirked but I'm not in that bad of a mood.

'Oh um well you here now' the old woman replied but fidgeted about, observably she didn't want me to burst her bubble, I feel a bit of twinge of guilt but I think the amusement sort of out waded it.

'He will see you in a minute' ah a different voice tone I guess not a lot of people don't play along with her

As glad I am that I miffed her, I was brought back to why I was here and that made me dislike the receptionist even more.

Most people would be nervous going to the doctors, but for me it was normal. They would try and save the unsolvable. Me the puzzle!

I wonder how long it will take, before they realise I can't be saved and stick me in an asylum? '

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My first story, so please review any review would be grateful!

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