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Note: Song this chapter is 'Razorblades' by Story of the Year.
Swallow The Knife: Chapter 7-Razorblades
*****
Walking example of you.
Just wait for the silence.
Talking backwards to you, it meant nothing to me.
*****
Professor Xavier's Office-
"Rogue?"
"Huh?" the girl looked up slowly, pushing an annoying lock of hair behind her ears.
"I was saying that you no longer have to be on suicide watch." The Professor told her slowly. "I understand that you are upset right now and probably want to keep as far away from Logan as possible. Am I correct in that assumption?"
Rogue sighed, fidgeting with the sleaves of her shirt. "I'm not *that* upset." she drawled. "An' it's not that I wanna keep away from 'im..." she said sadly after a short pause. "Now I know what was goin' on his head...how he felt." Rogue frowned, looking up at the Professor who was watching her intently. "I think I should stick with 'im...I mean, I don't want 'im ta feel like another person's givin' up on him."
Charles nodded with a slight smile. "I understand Rogue."
She stood up and started for the door. "Well, I guess I'm gonna go back ta the infirmary an' keep an eye on Logan."
"Jean's in there now, I'll let her know."
*****
Watching the world fall on you, I'm keeping my eyes closed.
Now I can see what this means to you.
It meant nothing to me.
*****
"Are you going to be alright now Logan?" Jean asked timidly, hanging back slightly from the bed.
Logan sat on the medical bed opposite where Jean was as he stared at the wall. "Does it matter?" he grumbled bitterly, still refusing to face her.
Jean sighed. "Listen..." she bit down on her lip, trying to find something she could say. "I know how you feel-"
"Do you Jean?" Logan snapped, interrupting her and staring at her with hurt in his eyes. "Do you really know how I feel?" he shook his head angrily, then turned away from her again and stared at the wall.
"Uh, Jean?" Rogue called from the doorway, poking her head in the room.
Jean turned and started walking towards the girl. "I know, I just got Charles' message." she frowned sadly, fighting the guilty tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. "I just want him to know that I don't blame him...and I'm sorry." she said lowly.
Rogue nodded. "I'll make sure he knows." she smiled tightly, then slowly approached Logan as Jean left the infirmary. She let out a short startled gasp as he turned quickly on the bed when Rogue got near him, his nose meer inches from hers. She didn't move, she didn't dare, and she barely breathed as he looked into her eyes with an icy stare, unmoving.
Logan's forehead twitched slightly as his eyebrows knit together and he finally spoke. "I heard what Jean told ya, so ya don't gotta tell me again. She jus' don't want a guilty conscience anymore is all." he grunted, still staring at her. "What're you doin' back here? Thought you wouldn't wanna be anywhere near me now." he rumbled lowly.
Rogue's stiff face broke into a little smile. "Funny, that's what the Professor said."
Logan snorted, then finally backed away from Rogue, giving her room to breathe and compose herself. He stood quickly, then put a hand to his head as he wobbled slightly, then sat back down.
"Ya might not wanna get up that fast." she told him with a slight smirk. "My powers usually leave people feelin' a bit woozy, and you..." Rogue paused with a frown at the frightening memory. "...you held on fur a long time."
Logan sighed and looked away, shivering slightly and wishing that he wasn't only wearing his boxer shorts. "So, why're ya stickin' around? You never answered my question."
Rogue looked at him as he turned to face her again, his brown eyes giving off a look of curiosity and confusion. She smiled, feeling her cheeks slightly flushing. "I want ya to know that I ain't givin' up on you Logan. I want you to live. Yur a part o'me now and if you die, a part o'me would die too." she smiled playfully and gently touched his bare shoulder with a gloved hand. "You don't want *me* ta die 'cause o'you now do ya?" she smirked.
Logan pulled away from Rogue's hand and stood again, more slowly this time. He had his fists clenched by his sides and his face twisted into a scowl. "I don't want anyone else ta suffer 'cause of me." he said sadly before retreating into the infirmary's bathroom where he assumed he had some clothes.
*****
This wasted so many nights and again, I've wasted so much time on a friend.
Too young, too proud to understand, so this is the end.
*****
Rogue's watery eyes spilled over and she quickly wiped away the tears with the sleave of her shirt. She wasn't trying to make him feel worse, but it seemed as if she'd succeeded in doing just that. Rogue shook her head sadly. 'C'mon Rogue...' she thought to herself. 'I'm s'posed ta try an' make him NOT wanna try an' kill himself again, remember?' She sat there frustrated, waiting for Logan to finish getting dressed, or whatever he had to do in there. "Maybe gettin' some anger out in the danger room'll do 'im some good." she said aloud, staring at the door.
*****
Perfect timing for you to run 'til your legs break.
So here's my reminder of you, it meant nothing to me.
xxx
This wasted so many nights and again, I've wasted so much time on a friend.
Too young, too proud to understand, so this is the end.
We should have seen this coming.
Note: Song this chapter is 'Razorblades' by Story of the Year.
Swallow The Knife: Chapter 7-Razorblades
*****
Walking example of you.
Just wait for the silence.
Talking backwards to you, it meant nothing to me.
*****
Professor Xavier's Office-
"Rogue?"
"Huh?" the girl looked up slowly, pushing an annoying lock of hair behind her ears.
"I was saying that you no longer have to be on suicide watch." The Professor told her slowly. "I understand that you are upset right now and probably want to keep as far away from Logan as possible. Am I correct in that assumption?"
Rogue sighed, fidgeting with the sleaves of her shirt. "I'm not *that* upset." she drawled. "An' it's not that I wanna keep away from 'im..." she said sadly after a short pause. "Now I know what was goin' on his head...how he felt." Rogue frowned, looking up at the Professor who was watching her intently. "I think I should stick with 'im...I mean, I don't want 'im ta feel like another person's givin' up on him."
Charles nodded with a slight smile. "I understand Rogue."
She stood up and started for the door. "Well, I guess I'm gonna go back ta the infirmary an' keep an eye on Logan."
"Jean's in there now, I'll let her know."
*****
Watching the world fall on you, I'm keeping my eyes closed.
Now I can see what this means to you.
It meant nothing to me.
*****
"Are you going to be alright now Logan?" Jean asked timidly, hanging back slightly from the bed.
Logan sat on the medical bed opposite where Jean was as he stared at the wall. "Does it matter?" he grumbled bitterly, still refusing to face her.
Jean sighed. "Listen..." she bit down on her lip, trying to find something she could say. "I know how you feel-"
"Do you Jean?" Logan snapped, interrupting her and staring at her with hurt in his eyes. "Do you really know how I feel?" he shook his head angrily, then turned away from her again and stared at the wall.
"Uh, Jean?" Rogue called from the doorway, poking her head in the room.
Jean turned and started walking towards the girl. "I know, I just got Charles' message." she frowned sadly, fighting the guilty tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. "I just want him to know that I don't blame him...and I'm sorry." she said lowly.
Rogue nodded. "I'll make sure he knows." she smiled tightly, then slowly approached Logan as Jean left the infirmary. She let out a short startled gasp as he turned quickly on the bed when Rogue got near him, his nose meer inches from hers. She didn't move, she didn't dare, and she barely breathed as he looked into her eyes with an icy stare, unmoving.
Logan's forehead twitched slightly as his eyebrows knit together and he finally spoke. "I heard what Jean told ya, so ya don't gotta tell me again. She jus' don't want a guilty conscience anymore is all." he grunted, still staring at her. "What're you doin' back here? Thought you wouldn't wanna be anywhere near me now." he rumbled lowly.
Rogue's stiff face broke into a little smile. "Funny, that's what the Professor said."
Logan snorted, then finally backed away from Rogue, giving her room to breathe and compose herself. He stood quickly, then put a hand to his head as he wobbled slightly, then sat back down.
"Ya might not wanna get up that fast." she told him with a slight smirk. "My powers usually leave people feelin' a bit woozy, and you..." Rogue paused with a frown at the frightening memory. "...you held on fur a long time."
Logan sighed and looked away, shivering slightly and wishing that he wasn't only wearing his boxer shorts. "So, why're ya stickin' around? You never answered my question."
Rogue looked at him as he turned to face her again, his brown eyes giving off a look of curiosity and confusion. She smiled, feeling her cheeks slightly flushing. "I want ya to know that I ain't givin' up on you Logan. I want you to live. Yur a part o'me now and if you die, a part o'me would die too." she smiled playfully and gently touched his bare shoulder with a gloved hand. "You don't want *me* ta die 'cause o'you now do ya?" she smirked.
Logan pulled away from Rogue's hand and stood again, more slowly this time. He had his fists clenched by his sides and his face twisted into a scowl. "I don't want anyone else ta suffer 'cause of me." he said sadly before retreating into the infirmary's bathroom where he assumed he had some clothes.
*****
This wasted so many nights and again, I've wasted so much time on a friend.
Too young, too proud to understand, so this is the end.
*****
Rogue's watery eyes spilled over and she quickly wiped away the tears with the sleave of her shirt. She wasn't trying to make him feel worse, but it seemed as if she'd succeeded in doing just that. Rogue shook her head sadly. 'C'mon Rogue...' she thought to herself. 'I'm s'posed ta try an' make him NOT wanna try an' kill himself again, remember?' She sat there frustrated, waiting for Logan to finish getting dressed, or whatever he had to do in there. "Maybe gettin' some anger out in the danger room'll do 'im some good." she said aloud, staring at the door.
*****
Perfect timing for you to run 'til your legs break.
So here's my reminder of you, it meant nothing to me.
xxx
This wasted so many nights and again, I've wasted so much time on a friend.
Too young, too proud to understand, so this is the end.
We should have seen this coming.