A/N: Hey it's about three o' four in the morning, and I woke up, and had some inspiration, so I hope you guys like it, especially you Tammy. ;)

One Now I will tell you what I've done for you

50,000 tears I've cried

Screaming deceiving and bleeding for you

And you still won't hear me

Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself

Maybe I'll wake up for once

Not tormented daily defeated by you

Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom

I'm dying again

I'm going under

Drowning in you

I'm falling forever

I've got to break through

I'm going under

Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies

So I don't know what's real and what's not

Always confusing the thoughts in my head

So I can't trust myself anymore

I'm going under

I'm drowning in you

I'm falling forever

I've got to break though

So go on and scream

Scream at me I'm so far away

I won't be broken again

I've got to breathe I can't keep going under

Beep. 'Hey this is Marie, leave a message.'

Yeah, I used to be Marie... Used to be. The music of Evanescence drowns out my answering machine. I forgot to change it. I keep on singing as I do my makeup. My usual, black. Eyeliner, nets, wife-beater; studs, nail polish, pants. Two white stripes of bangs suddenly frame my face as I tie up my hair. My emeralds... As Remy calls them, look at me... I'm forgetting something. I put on my spike collar. I feel much better.

When I get over to the kitchen for breakfast, everyone's sitting... Waiting for me. "It's about time." Emma says setting her coffee on the table.

"Damn girls take forever." Pyro commented as he flicked his lighter.

"Shut up Allerdyce."

Remy waltzed in, empty coffee cup in one hand, half a report in the other, his hair was deranged to one side, the other had parts sticking out every which way.

"Dis' sucks," He set his cup down, and Emma whisked it away and filled it.

"Anothah' report sugah?" I ask consolingly into my coffee.

"Yup, an' dis' one ain' any hardah den de las'."

Emma sets down his cup, and he takes it into his hands, and drinks. It seems too hot, but I don't think he cares.

"So much for asking for your resources too." Jean says reproachfully.

"Dis' woman!" He says throwing his hands up in the air. "She's nuts! De lady is nuts... Ne je sais qoui, she wants dis' an' dat, and den she asks meh fo' mo' yo bin' ridin' duh line lady, an' yo' jus' crossed it."

He added darkly.

"God, it's not like I asked you for a thesis." She mutters into her coffee so Remy won't hear her.

"It's gonna be okay babe, I promise." I kiss his cheek in hope of his spirits lightening.

I feel a surge, and his thoughts are going a mile a minute. He has hardly had any sleep either, besides the time he did fall asleep with his head on the keyboard, and the beeping woke him.

I twitch nervously. Damn powers. I curse them silently as I always do.

Betsy ambles in. Nice, and pep, and purple. God that woman was purple, the hair and the outfit mostly, but damn she should honestly give a warning before she walks around dressed like a giant perfect... mauve Popsicle.

I know... Popsicle isn't the greatest word in the world to describe someone as perfect as Betsy. I suddenly remember I have a blemish forming on my chin... I saw it this morning doing my makeup.

I cringe. Damn her. She always reminds me how shitty I look in the morning, even if I did take an hour to get ready.

I hear the bell ring from somewhere off in the distance. I drain the remnants of my cup, and dash upstairs to grab my bag. My Dark Green Jansport peeks up at me from my computer chair, where I left it over the weekend. Untouched. Bad Rogue. I should've at least done some of my homework... But it had been Halloween, and damn it... I was having too much fun.

Okay, so I went Trick or Treating, and Remy was the Hustler, and I was his Lady Friend, but it was fun nonetheless.

I grab my bag and head for first period, which is World History. I have Remy for first period, and he meets me when I reach the bottom step.

"Les' go b'fore de lady asks meh fo' mo'."

I nod, and we head to history, the class is okay, Beast talks of the normal stuff... The whole day seems good, but everyone seems out'ta whack.

Last period, which is Science with Storm... (I have Remy for that class too...) Storm assigns a report. Remy mumbles some curses, and the paper he just had wrote his name on bursts into flames.

The report is on how our powers reflect the world we live in today...

"I'll show her how my powers reflect de world in de day..." His hands are balled into fists.

"Rem, I can help you, it's no biggie." I offer.

"No biggie. What is it wit' yo' girls t'day? Always t'hinkin' every'thin' is all fine an' great? Wish I could do dat."

I sigh... It has been a long day.

When I kiss Remy goodbye, I go up to my room, and turn on Evanescence, and go to that pit stop I have between rest, and sleep. I curl up in a warm ball under the covers and look out the window into the busy streets of Westchester. And I eventually float away into dreamland on my own little insatiable cloud of sleep.

(To Be Continued...)