A/N: Yay! Some people actually take my writing seriously! =D
Queondapio: I appreciate the criticism but this is only the beginning of the story. I've still got some chapters to go in setting up Rogue's conditions and I've only dabbled in the beginning effects of her illness (which I'm sure most people have figured out). And yes, the story was eventually going to come to the list of paranoia Rogue would be experiencing but I do appreciate the care and time you've taken to point everything out to me. =P Shows me at least someone cares and it helped me plan out exactly HOW to build up to that extreme point.
Yes, Rogue's mental illness is caused by a physical factor as well, but I just didn't give it out yet. About the medication, I have no clue on how to treat her "illness" but, I'll go with what you said, since you're the expert. ^^ And about it being an incurable disease... whoever said Rogue was going to be cured? *raised eyebrows then cackles* It's all just pieces of a puzzle right now, so if things sound unbelievable and confusing, it'll clear up sooner or later. =D
Bunny angel: Same thing as above. The reason why it doesn't sound real is because the professor isn't too sure himself on what caused Rogue's illness. He "believes" it's because of the strain of the psyches in her mind, but.... is it? Does that help? ^^
Gothic Rogue: Yeah, I need major help with the accent. =D It'd be great if you could help me.
*Phew* I think that's it for now. ^^ Even though I sound like I know what I'm doing, I don't. Thanks for helping me out queondapio and bunny angle for helping me organize my thoughts and how to put it down; I knew what I was gonna do but not how.
Thank you to all my other reviewers as well for reading this and keep it up! Btw, since when did I say Rogue had schizophrenia? *raises eyebrows* Hmmmm....
btw, format is freakin whacky and I can't fix it no matter how much I try. =T
On with the story~
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Disclaimer: Bring Me to Life by Evanescence
warning: one mild squeamish scene
Drip. Drip.
Soft footsteps padded down the expansive hallway, as Rogue looked uncertainly around. Where was that noise coming from? She looked in every door as she passed by in the Institute and they spoke of emptiness; no one was there.
"...Kurt?"
Drip. Drip.
The noise was coming from the bathroom. "Scott?" Rogue's hand hovered over the doorknob, but she gathered up her courage and determinedly pushed open the door.
It was too much. The smell of rotting flesh gagged her breathing and she gasped for air as she clung to the door in shock at the mangled body pieces laid strewn across the floor. She sucked in a sharp cry at the sight of the Professor Xavier layin calmly in the blood-filled bathtub and numbly realized he was the only one uninjured. Red water dripped from the showerhead into his open mouth and she watched in horror as he drank it.
His head snapped to her side and his eyes flapped open. Smiling a crooked grin, the Professor softly whispered, "You're next, darling."
~*~*~*~
She woke up screaming.
"Rogue? Rogue!" She cringed at Rogue's slashing hands, causing Rogue to cry out louder.
'Look at how she back away from you and you call her a friend?'
'They're all against you, Rogue; it's up to you to stop them.'
'Kill them...'
'The voices! Why won't it stop???' She kept screaming.
"Professor!" Kitty yelled. She tried to calm her. "It's okay, Rogue, it's only a nightmare... shhh..."
Gradually, Rogue quieted and sniffled as she curled into a ball, shivering. Kitty made the curious students go back to their dorms as Rogue mumbled, "Nightmare... just a nightmare... it's just a nightmare..."
"Rogue."
Her breath quickened at the sound of his voice and she whimpered. Edging to the corner, she muttered, "Stay away from meh. Leave meh alone you murderer!"
Kitty looked confused and watched Rogue break into another fit of hysteria as the Professor calmly tried to soothe her.
"It's okay Rogue, it was just a nightmare. It never happened."
"No, no... it was... real..." Rogue visibly shook herself and seemed to return to a fraction of her normal self. "What's that?"
Taking advantage of the moment of peace, he dropped the two pills in her hand and said, "These will make the nightmares go away."
Both Rogue and Kitty eyed him suspiciously. What was going on? Rogue wasn't sick... was she?
Kitty opened her mouth to say something but Rogue beat her to it. "Thank you, Professor." She paused for a second and proceeded to the bathroom. "Ah think Ah'll be all right now." Rogue closed the door behind her and the familiar sound of running water was heard.
"Professor...?"
He sighed. "Risperidone and fluoxetine." At Kitty's silence, he nodded. "Yes, I'm afraid the rumors are true."
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"Nice acting skills, Rogue."
"Shuddup Christine." Rogue rinsed her mouth with the cold tap water and spit it back out. Wiping her hands on the towel, she drew in a shaky breath. "Mah head hurts."
"Throw the pills away."
"...Ah know." Rogue pursed her lips as she flushed them down the toilet. For all she knew, the professor was hiding his plan and these pills were drugs to impair her ability to fight back. The small spark of fear flamed and she leaned over the sink.
"I'm your only friend, Rogue. You can't trust anyone here. They're all out to get you."
"...Ah know."
Christine stared at her as sweat beaded Rogue's brow and watched her fight an inner battle. She added softly, "They all hate you. You hafta hide."
"...Ah know."
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She opened her eyes. Was she in another dream? She walked down the empty hallway and the familiar scene of empty rooms embeddeded fear into her heart. Her feet led her to the same bathroom despite her growing anxiety and will to run.
Her hand hovered over the doorknob and she pushed it open.
Another world greeted her and she walked numbingly into the darkness. Where were her feet taking her? Suddenly, a tremor rippled through the air and she was falling. Rogue screamed but the noise was sucked into nothingness. People she recognized walked around oblivious to the tremor and her eyes widened. Why was she the only one falling? Didn't anyone see her?
Her worst fear was becoming true. Slowly, she'll fade away into nothing and no one will remember her. Did it matter though? Everyone hated her already; they wanted to kill her. Rogue sighed and accepted falling into the hungry mouth of darkness.
Strong arms encircled her and her green eyes snapped open in surprise. Tilting her head up, she looked into those familiar eyes of red on black.
How can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home
She whispered, "How...?" He only held her closer to him and she closed her eyes. Why was it whenever she thought of him that she felt secure and safe? She realized she wasn't falling anymore.
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside.
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become
"Who are you?"
He only smiled.
Now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside.
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become
Hesitantly, she reached up to his face and touched him. Nothing. Her heart pounded with fear. This wasn't real; it couldnt' be. But how she wished with her heart that it could be.
"Are you... an angel?"
Then she woke up.
Frozen inside without your touch without your love darling
only you are the life among the dead
all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life
Slowly, Rogue looked around and saw Kitty's sleeping form. Disappointment seeped into her but she brushed it aside. Self-pity won however and she curled into a ball. She was scared and alone; Rogue knew Kitty was only with her because she was keeping tabs on her. Sooner or later, they would stop pretending and kill her. She lay still in her bed, calculating her escape from the house of a madman.
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become
(Bring me to life)
I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside
(Bring me to life)
She turned to her side and her eyes landed on her alarm clock and next to it lay a card. Picking it up, Rogue turned it over; it was the King of Hearts.
Queondapio: I appreciate the criticism but this is only the beginning of the story. I've still got some chapters to go in setting up Rogue's conditions and I've only dabbled in the beginning effects of her illness (which I'm sure most people have figured out). And yes, the story was eventually going to come to the list of paranoia Rogue would be experiencing but I do appreciate the care and time you've taken to point everything out to me. =P Shows me at least someone cares and it helped me plan out exactly HOW to build up to that extreme point.
Yes, Rogue's mental illness is caused by a physical factor as well, but I just didn't give it out yet. About the medication, I have no clue on how to treat her "illness" but, I'll go with what you said, since you're the expert. ^^ And about it being an incurable disease... whoever said Rogue was going to be cured? *raised eyebrows then cackles* It's all just pieces of a puzzle right now, so if things sound unbelievable and confusing, it'll clear up sooner or later. =D
Bunny angel: Same thing as above. The reason why it doesn't sound real is because the professor isn't too sure himself on what caused Rogue's illness. He "believes" it's because of the strain of the psyches in her mind, but.... is it? Does that help? ^^
Gothic Rogue: Yeah, I need major help with the accent. =D It'd be great if you could help me.
*Phew* I think that's it for now. ^^ Even though I sound like I know what I'm doing, I don't. Thanks for helping me out queondapio and bunny angle for helping me organize my thoughts and how to put it down; I knew what I was gonna do but not how.
Thank you to all my other reviewers as well for reading this and keep it up! Btw, since when did I say Rogue had schizophrenia? *raises eyebrows* Hmmmm....
btw, format is freakin whacky and I can't fix it no matter how much I try. =T
On with the story~
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Disclaimer: Bring Me to Life by Evanescence
warning: one mild squeamish scene
Drip. Drip.
Soft footsteps padded down the expansive hallway, as Rogue looked uncertainly around. Where was that noise coming from? She looked in every door as she passed by in the Institute and they spoke of emptiness; no one was there.
"...Kurt?"
Drip. Drip.
The noise was coming from the bathroom. "Scott?" Rogue's hand hovered over the doorknob, but she gathered up her courage and determinedly pushed open the door.
It was too much. The smell of rotting flesh gagged her breathing and she gasped for air as she clung to the door in shock at the mangled body pieces laid strewn across the floor. She sucked in a sharp cry at the sight of the Professor Xavier layin calmly in the blood-filled bathtub and numbly realized he was the only one uninjured. Red water dripped from the showerhead into his open mouth and she watched in horror as he drank it.
His head snapped to her side and his eyes flapped open. Smiling a crooked grin, the Professor softly whispered, "You're next, darling."
~*~*~*~
She woke up screaming.
"Rogue? Rogue!" She cringed at Rogue's slashing hands, causing Rogue to cry out louder.
'Look at how she back away from you and you call her a friend?'
'They're all against you, Rogue; it's up to you to stop them.'
'Kill them...'
'The voices! Why won't it stop???' She kept screaming.
"Professor!" Kitty yelled. She tried to calm her. "It's okay, Rogue, it's only a nightmare... shhh..."
Gradually, Rogue quieted and sniffled as she curled into a ball, shivering. Kitty made the curious students go back to their dorms as Rogue mumbled, "Nightmare... just a nightmare... it's just a nightmare..."
"Rogue."
Her breath quickened at the sound of his voice and she whimpered. Edging to the corner, she muttered, "Stay away from meh. Leave meh alone you murderer!"
Kitty looked confused and watched Rogue break into another fit of hysteria as the Professor calmly tried to soothe her.
"It's okay Rogue, it was just a nightmare. It never happened."
"No, no... it was... real..." Rogue visibly shook herself and seemed to return to a fraction of her normal self. "What's that?"
Taking advantage of the moment of peace, he dropped the two pills in her hand and said, "These will make the nightmares go away."
Both Rogue and Kitty eyed him suspiciously. What was going on? Rogue wasn't sick... was she?
Kitty opened her mouth to say something but Rogue beat her to it. "Thank you, Professor." She paused for a second and proceeded to the bathroom. "Ah think Ah'll be all right now." Rogue closed the door behind her and the familiar sound of running water was heard.
"Professor...?"
He sighed. "Risperidone and fluoxetine." At Kitty's silence, he nodded. "Yes, I'm afraid the rumors are true."
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"Nice acting skills, Rogue."
"Shuddup Christine." Rogue rinsed her mouth with the cold tap water and spit it back out. Wiping her hands on the towel, she drew in a shaky breath. "Mah head hurts."
"Throw the pills away."
"...Ah know." Rogue pursed her lips as she flushed them down the toilet. For all she knew, the professor was hiding his plan and these pills were drugs to impair her ability to fight back. The small spark of fear flamed and she leaned over the sink.
"I'm your only friend, Rogue. You can't trust anyone here. They're all out to get you."
"...Ah know."
Christine stared at her as sweat beaded Rogue's brow and watched her fight an inner battle. She added softly, "They all hate you. You hafta hide."
"...Ah know."
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She opened her eyes. Was she in another dream? She walked down the empty hallway and the familiar scene of empty rooms embeddeded fear into her heart. Her feet led her to the same bathroom despite her growing anxiety and will to run.
Her hand hovered over the doorknob and she pushed it open.
Another world greeted her and she walked numbingly into the darkness. Where were her feet taking her? Suddenly, a tremor rippled through the air and she was falling. Rogue screamed but the noise was sucked into nothingness. People she recognized walked around oblivious to the tremor and her eyes widened. Why was she the only one falling? Didn't anyone see her?
Her worst fear was becoming true. Slowly, she'll fade away into nothing and no one will remember her. Did it matter though? Everyone hated her already; they wanted to kill her. Rogue sighed and accepted falling into the hungry mouth of darkness.
Strong arms encircled her and her green eyes snapped open in surprise. Tilting her head up, she looked into those familiar eyes of red on black.
How can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home
She whispered, "How...?" He only held her closer to him and she closed her eyes. Why was it whenever she thought of him that she felt secure and safe? She realized she wasn't falling anymore.
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside.
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become
"Who are you?"
He only smiled.
Now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside.
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become
Hesitantly, she reached up to his face and touched him. Nothing. Her heart pounded with fear. This wasn't real; it couldnt' be. But how she wished with her heart that it could be.
"Are you... an angel?"
Then she woke up.
Frozen inside without your touch without your love darling
only you are the life among the dead
all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life
Slowly, Rogue looked around and saw Kitty's sleeping form. Disappointment seeped into her but she brushed it aside. Self-pity won however and she curled into a ball. She was scared and alone; Rogue knew Kitty was only with her because she was keeping tabs on her. Sooner or later, they would stop pretending and kill her. She lay still in her bed, calculating her escape from the house of a madman.
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become
(Bring me to life)
I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside
(Bring me to life)
She turned to her side and her eyes landed on her alarm clock and next to it lay a card. Picking it up, Rogue turned it over; it was the King of Hearts.