Author's Notes;
Hello merry people I'm back at college this week so I don't know how much I will be able to update but I will try my best here is the latest chapter to 'Rogue's Rehab' thank you to though who reviewed my last chapter.
So on with the show.
Chapter Two.
Light stung Rogue's eyes as she was blinded from the light pouring through the window, as she waited for her eyes to tune to the brightness, blinking wildly she took a good look around the room she was in. This wasn't her room, it was very sunshine and daisies by the yellow paint and fresh flowers in the vase by the bed.
Standing up she noticed she wasn't even in her clothes that she was wearing, yesterday, two days ago she didn't know what day it was, looking down at herself she took in the deep red pyjama's she was wearing, walking over to a mirror she tool a lot at herself in the mirror, she looked like crap, her hair was a mess, her eyes darkened by the bags under her eyes and her face was whiter then usual.
A sick feeling washed over her, she was gagging on what could only be described as vomit, turning around she found a joining bathroom, running inside she threw up the minute she was faced with the toilet. After ten minutes of throwing up the complete contents of he stomach. Lying on the cold floor Rogue didn't feel so bad as the cold surface soothed her. Within seconds it finally clicked in her head, that she had been in someone else's room, someone else's bathroom.
I guess throwing up makes you realise something you realised before but didn't think to much about it till our head was clear, or your stomach.' she laughed at herself.
"Logan's sneaky, I'm gunna kill him when I see him" she mused, before planning her ways of killing her.
"I wonder where I am?" she said to herself."Oh well, I won't be here long, being at the mansion proved it." she said moving from the bathroom floor back to the bedroom where she woke up.
Walking over to the duffle bags at the end, she began to rummage threw them, throwing her clothes around, she check every pocket, every shoe and inch of her bags, there was nothing there. NO drugs, no booze she had hidden within them.
"I really do get pissed off with the fact that Logan can smell anything, and has good searching skills, he's no fun any more, no one is." she said grabbing what she could, she got ready hoping to see what hell hole they sneaked her into.
Walking over to her door, she turned the handle but she couldn't open the door, grunting she tried to she if she could force the door to unlock, but no, having all the drugs in her system her upper body strength had decreased. Leaning against the door, her head pressed up she sighed, deciding the window could be her next escape come to a small close as it was bolted shut.
"I've been awake barely an hour and I'm already pissed off." she said.
Sitting on the bed she lent back and waited, what felt like hours which were actually minutes, but if you were to look at Rogue flinching every second you'd think she was very anxious from waiting to long but really her body was spasming because wasn't use to going hours without drugs and Rogue had been out of it for most of it. Trying to control her self she curled up into a ball, trying to contain the warmth she had as everything seemed colder and she was unable to reach out for the covers, Closing her eyes seemed like a big mistake to her as all she could see were images running through her mind, she felt the pain, saw the fear but was unable to open her eyes it was like someone had glued them together.
Her head began to pound, it was like someone had got a jack-hammer and decided they would use it on her head, the pain was unbearable, moving her barely stable hands up to her head she latched onto her hair as she saw more images enter her head, this time she was faced with death, the look of terror she saw on peoples faces, war had broken out and now only death covered the ground. She felt something creep out of her mouth and trickle down her neck, leaving a trail of what felt like saliva.
Tears began to stream down her eyes, she began to shake violently, she wanted to cry out but she felt like gagging, breathing in and out of her nose she began to think happy things if there was anything that could make her happy by thinking of it, she felt something warm move over her waist, when she felt lighter she realised someone had picked her up. Still unable to open her eyes Rogue continued to feel scared from everything playing out in her head.
"Rogue, open your eyes." the voice sounded familiar but she couldn't hear it all to clearly as she was to busy making her own noise of harsh sounds from her crying, heavy breathing and her teeth chattering.
"Rogue." she felt a hand on her face tilting her head up, the persons thumb wiped away the falling tears. Something washed over her as she felt her eyelids unlatch from the tightness that had been forced upon them.
"Rogue, look at me." looking through her teary eyes, she saw a face she hadn't seen in years.
"Oh Crap." was all she said as she was shocked at who she had been left with.
"Now, now Chere is that anyway to greet the person who is to look after you." smirked the one and only Remy Lebeau. He was holding onto her making sure her head was level with the toilet, she wished the ground would swallow her hole.
Author's Notes;
Well what do you think? Review and let me know what you think should happen and I will put your thoughts into consideration. egolust92. .x.x.x.
I shall see you all next chapter, bye for now.