The concept of being me, you can't even grasp. The pain of my existence you say you understand. But how could you when you're not me. You are free to choose, to fly, to escape, and above all else you are free to be free. But me I'm not I have no choice, no escape, or the freedom you disregard. Only they understood for a little while what am I. But even they forgot that I was not free. So they told me to leave and leave I did only to come here where I am more in trapped. I'm not wanted to be a friend, family, or girlfriend because they can't accept me for who I am even with the limitations. So I guess that is the reason I am setting my savior and my demon free. So they are not trapped in my cage. With setting them free after all these years I can finally find my freedom. Good-bye Remy and Peitro. Love, Rouge

The note fell from num fingers as the reader stared into oblivion. Slowly his gaze came to rest on the listener. "She knew what she was doing. She took her life just so she thought we could be free. And we never noticed her feelings." "Remy why did she do this? WHY DID SHE SLIT HER OWN WRISTS?" "Well speedy I guess she had the same thought we thought we had gotten rid of. That she wasn't good enough." Peitro didn't even bother remarking he just broke down crying. As he cried Remy looked toward the horizon and said "you were to good for us". And as the sun rose over the grave of Marie Rouge. Her demon and her savior locked the door to their hearts and vowed to never open that cage till they met her again.

Well here's the deal. I don't own x-men. And I was depressed so I wrote this please let me know what you think.