It'll Never be the Same

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Hey, I'm back with another chapter.

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Logan growled. He walked up and grabbed the knife from her hands. He took it and cut it into pieces with his claws. Logan chucked it out the open window. " What are you doing stripes?" He asked in a tone full of worry and disappointment. Rouge started to cry hard too.

Between the cries of Kitty, Rogue, and the outburst from Logan, many of the other, older X-Men awoke. They came to see what was happening. They couldn't believe what they saw.

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Chapter 2

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Rogue's P.O.V. (her diary)

Dear Diary,

' Yep, it's me again. I have nobody to talk to, so I write down my thoughts. Of coarse you already know this. Why am I so fallen for Pietro? He's arrogant, so sure of himself, and too competitive… in a sexy, smart, quick, energetic, sweet, caring, and flawless kind of way. Oh wait, never mind… that didn't help my argument any. The truth is, I just don't want to hurt him. I love him…enough… to know what's best for him. For two weeks now I have taken this knife across my body. It helps. I watch the crimson flow down my arm. It intrigues and heals my soul. I like to make sure that a monster like me can still bleed like everybody else. Everything else in my life is gray, so I need to see some color. Now I'm just rambling. I have read the books saying, suicide could be next, or all the scars… well what if I like the scars? What if I want to die? Just some thoughts, I guess. I feel bad for Pietro, diary. He put his heart on a silver platter, and I crushed it. I feel bad. I love him still; I think I always will. But knowing Pietro, he will probably get over me quickly. I need another session with my blade. Night diary.'

Rogue put the purple outlined black book away in a hidden place. She got her silver knife out of the top drawer she hides it in. She took the cold blade and swiped it across the side of her neck, and then across her arm. ' How pretty.' She thought coarsely.

Her door slammed open. Logan growled. He walked up and grabbed the knife from her hands. He took it and cut it into pieces with his claws. Logan chucked it out the open window. " What are you doing stripes?" He asked in a tone full of worry and disappointment. Rouge started to cry hard too.

Between the cries of Kitty, Rogue, and the outburst from Logan, many of the other, older X-Men awoke. They came to see what was happening. They couldn't believe what they saw.

' Damn, what do ah do now?' Rogue asked herself grimly, still crying at full blast.

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Pietro's P.O.V. (his thoughts)

' I'm drunk again. Well, at least I think so, not quite sure. I'm bleeding now. I always thought red and silver looked good together.' He laughed. ' I feel numb, but that's what love felt like with Rogue. I felt numb… it was a good feeling. All I want is to return to that slow pace and be numb. Personally, I don't like beer, but it does the trick. Funny how things work out… but that's what I get for opening up to someone. Oh god, I hear Lance again. He's opening my door. Wonder what he wants now.'

Lance walked into Pietro's room looking peeved. Had a trash bag with him.

' What is he doing?' Pietro thought.

Lance walked around the whole room picking up all the beer bottles and placing them in the trash bag. He opened Pietro's top drawer and took his new knife collection and threw it in the trash bag.

' What the hell is he doing? Those were my favorite!' Pietro yelled in his mind.

' Lance grabbed the lighters from around the place… he had noticed burn marks on Pietro's arms. He found two more unopened cases of beer and added it to the bag. ' Damn Pietro, how much of this shit do you have?' Lance thought angrily. ' But I am sick of seeing him like this. It hurts me… hell if he ever found that out, but I care what happens to his sorry speedy ass.' Lance grabbed the knife out of Pietro's hand and from under his pillow. Pietro being to drunk to fight back.

" Lance damnit, what the hell are you doing with my stuff?" An angry Pietro yelled.

" Oh cut the crap Pietro. I am sick of seeing you like this, you will get Rogue back, but she's not going to be with you like this. That and you'll never get passed Summers or that Logan guy like this." Lance stated firmly. " I'll be right back Pietro!" Lance growled, dragging the bag over his shoulder. Wanda walked inside, followed by Todd and Fred. They all were laughing, well, Todd and Fred were laughing.

" What you got there, yo?" Todd asked pointing his question towards Lance.

" Nothing." He grumbled angrily.

" Sure looks like a whole lot of nothing." Fred replied.

" Shut up Fred." Lance snapped. Suddenly the bag ripped open and the stuff scattered down the stairs. " Damnit!" Lance screamed, obviously the whole Pietro thing was really getting to him. He hated to admit it, but Pietro was the closest thing he had to a brother, and he meant a lot to him.

Everybody looked down at the scattered supplies.

" Shit yo…what you packing?" Todd asked as he jumped back.

" Where did you get this?" Wanda was frantically searching for an answer from Lance.

Lance hesitated, but finally responded. " I finally got it out of Pietro's room."

" What do you mean 'finally?' How long has this been going on?" Wanda seemed really paranoid about something.

Lance looked at her. " Two weeks."

" Not again." She mumbled. Lance looked at her shocked. She stormed upstairs into Pietro's room.

" What's going on?" Todd asked, in a very confused voice.

Lance explained everything to them. He left them with their mouths and eyes wide open. The three of them crept upstairs to see what Wanda was yelling about. Todd and Fred got a quick glance at Pietro's harmed body. They cringed. " And he did that to himself, yo?" Todd asked.

" Yes." Lance simply replied. They all listened to Wanda in the distance.

" Not again Pietro! Do you remember the first time you started this. We were 11 years old. My powers had started to develop and as Magneto would put it ' getting out of control.' Your powers were still dormant weren't they? You couldn't run. Magneto was so frustrated with me, that he brought it out on you. He beat you with anything he could find. Ringing any bells Pietro?'

" I think you have said enough Wanda!" Pietro rasped out, obviously getting sober again.

 Wanda paid no mind to her twin brother and continued against his will. " You got so upset that you started to cut yourself, so you could let out some pain. He had been beating you a year, and this was right before I was put in that hellhole of an asylum. Do you remember how you got your powers? Magneto hit you once with a pointed tipped table leg against the bottom of your back. It made you bleed horribly. I can still see the scar today. I remember that was the day I left, and that was the day you learned how to run. It was ironic that your power was being quick. You ran from him, I was happy to see you do it… you were finally on your own."

" Wanda shut up!" Pietro screamed at her. His face was heated, his eyes burning with anger.

" But now Pietro, you back track to this awful habit? Why Pietro? Plus you never liked drinking, and I'm pretty sure you still don't. Why?" Wanda finished up.

That was it… that was the last straw for him. " DAMNIT WANDA, SHUT THE HELL UP! IT IS NOT YOUR BUSINESS TO GO AND TELL THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!!!"  Pietro screamed at the top of his lungs. She stood there for a minute. She thought she had done enough; she stepped out and slammed the door.

" Wanda?" Lance asked warily. " Are all those things true. And are all those unhealed scars from years back?"

" State the obvious Lance." Wanda snapped. " I'll be in my room." She closed her door and locked it.

' Man, Pietro isn't just a stuck up pretty boy. He did have it bad.' Lance wasn't sure if he should go into Pietro's room. Lance was down the first step, when he suddenly heard muffled cries. " Pietro?" He questioned. Lance went towards the door and knocked on it. " Hey Pietro, you okay?" ' Oh yeah Lance good question, of coarse he's not okay. Stupid, stupid, stupid!'

" Just go away okay!" Pietro yelled from inside his room.

Lance did as Pietro wanted. ' You can't escape this forever Pietro.' Lance looked down at his watch. ' Damn, its only 1am… oh well, I'm going to sleep; I need to talk to Kitty in the morning.'

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" Stripes what were you thinking?" Logan asked.

" Jus' leave mah alone, okay? All of ya jus' get out!" Rogue screamed through her cries. Nobody listened. They all had grim faces plastered on their faces. Rouge got angry. " Don't give mah those looks of pity. I don't want yer pity. Ah did what ah did, because ah wanted to!"

" But why Rogue? Why would you mutilate your own body?" Scott asked, almost in an ashamed tone of voice.

" It's not like anyone will be able to enjoy it anyway!" Many looked down at the ground from her response. Storm huddled everybody out and told them to go back to bed. Scott and Logan remained.

" Rogue I…" Scott started.

Rogue cut him off. " Don't say anything Summers! Get out!" She screamed.

' She called me Summers.' He was about to leave until her glanced at her new wound. " Pietro?" He murmured.

Rogue stammered with her covers, trying to cover up the name that she had engraved in her arm.

" Jus' get out!" She screamed.

Logan grabbed Scott's arm and pulled him out against his will. They looked down at the huddled body near the door.

" Kitty, you knew about this all along didn't you?" Scott yelled at Kitty.

Kitty turned her head away.

" How long? How long have you known?" Scott was getting upset.

Kitty stumbled with her words at first. She slowed down her crying and said, " Two weeks." Her head was still facing the other way.

" You knew this for two weeks and you didn't say anything!" Scott was infuriated. " And what's this got to do with Maximoff?"

" It's not my place." Kitty's tears continued to flow down her worn cheeks.

Scott's face grew red. " IT'S NOT YOUR PLACE! NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE HIDING STUFF KITTY. YOU BETTER…"

" Give it a rest Scott." Logan tightened his grip on Scott's arm.

" But…"

" But nothing… go to bed now!" Logan's voice had risen as well.

" Fine!" The heated Scott turned his heel and went into his room. He slammed his door shut.

Logan looked at Kitty. " Try and talk to her half-pint." Logan walked off and went to his own room.

Kitty phased through the door. " Rouge, will you be okay?"

Rouge huddled up in her covers facing the wall. You could still hear her muffled cries. Kitty undid her covers and climbed inside. She sat there awake for a bit until she heard Rogue speak. It shattered her heart.

" Ah love him so much Kitty." Rogue cried harder. Her pillow was covered in black and purple makeup.

Kitty got up and rubbed Rogue's back to sooth her pains. " It's okay Rogue, you'll get him back. He wants you more than anything in the world. Trust me."

" Thank ya Kitty." Rogue drifted off to sleep. Kitty slowly got up and got in her own bed. Letting out a big sigh of relief, she soon fell asleep too.

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Hey, hope you liked it. I am not sure how to take on this story, but I think it will end up okay at least. Well please review. Byes!

~Suraka-chan~