I don't own the X-Men and am making no money off this story. This little piece is much darker than anything I've ever written before- so let's say that it is about one of those times when Rogue is feeling really down on herself and tries to end it all.
Cynic (X)
Broken Pieces
"Why? Why is it always me?" She asked as she ran to her room…her only retreat from the outside world. She shut the door and approached her dresser…the one with the oval mirror.
"Why do I even have this? It's not like I have to look good for someone…no one wants defective merchandise." She said as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her normal green eyes where red from the tears that made their way down her face…falling softly to the hardwood floor.
"No…never again. Never again will I be hurt." She cried with anger as she slammed her gloved hands into the silver mirror. The mirror shattered on impact in an array from the spot where her fits hit. Pieces flew everywhere, but some remained, still intact with the frame…distorting her image now to unrecognizable proportions.
'Perfect.' She thought, a she picked up the largest shard off the floor. 'I won't be needing these anymore.' She thought. A sinister smile crossed her face as she peeled off her gloves. For a moment, she forgot about the world…the world where she was an X-Men…the world where she couldn't touch…the world where she was invulnerable, and pretty damn impossible to die.
As her face grew calm, she dug the jagged edge of the shard into her arm and brought it up towards her. 'Most people don't know how to cut their wrists the right way.' She thought cynically. 'They cut then horizontally, but that never works. It's so much easier to cut along the length of your arm…that way…you are cutting in the same direction as your blood flows and your life ends so much sooner. She looked down to admire her work and gasped.
"Why…why can't I bleed? I just want it all ended, and every time I try, I won't bleed." She cried as she furiously tried to slit her wrists…but every attempt was futile. Working herself into a frenzy, she tried to cut anywhere on her body.
"It used to work when I was little." She said softly as she tried to make incisions on her arms that normally would have mortality wounded any other person. 'Daddy used to beat me…I used to cut myself. I remember the pain. I was happy that I could hurt myself more. I would stop thinking about what daddy did, and feel only the pain that Ah caused…that I'll always cause. They keep causing me pain, and now…I can't make it go away.' She thought as she desperately tried to draw blood. Tears feel down her face as she moaned.
"I just want help…please somebody…help me end it all." She threw the shard of glass with all her might and the object became impaled in her wall. She did the only thing she knew how to do…she cried.
7/1/01
