Okay, so here's the first REAL chapter. I completely forgot to include the
disclaimer to this chapter the first time I posted it, so here it is.
Evanescence owns the song Understanding (Wash it all Away). Awesome group, amazing song! Blows me away whenever I hear it.
Also a big thank you to Tammy for reviewing. I hope you enjoy the next chapter as just as much as the first two. It should be done in a few days.
Wash it all Away
"You hold the answers deep within your own mind.
Consciously, you've forgotten it.
That's the way the human mind works.
Whenever something is too unpleasant, to shameful for us
to entertain, we reject it.
We erase it from our memories.
But the imprint is always there."
Rogue wandered aimlessly through the park, again. The nightmares were coming back to her, she thought they had gone, long ago, but they were back and though she hated to admit it, they were getting to her. Getting to sleep was a problem but she refused to take sleeping pills. She could get through this, she had every time before. It had been weeks, maybe more, since Rogue had been able to sleep properly, this was the third time in a week she had gone out by herself, just trying to do something to keep from going mad. The silence didn't really start to bother her until three or four. Then, if she survived those two horribly slow hours, it would be five and everything would start over again. The day would be reborn. But now the days just melted in together. How can you tell one day from the next if your constantly awake?
So here she was, in the pitch-black park at three thirty in the morning. Alone. The faint smell of rain hung in the air, and the wind picked up a little. Whether it was Orono's senses or her own Rogue couldn't tell, but she knew a storm was coming. Anyone else would have been scared, scared of being out at night alone, scared if there were more than just one voice in their head, but not Rogue. What did she have to be afraid of? She could render almost any attacker unconscious and as for the voices, the minds of anyone she had ever touched, well that still frightened her a little, but it was a part of who she was.
So lost in her thoughts, it wasn't until he was almost right on top of her that Rogue noticed she had company. She stood, ready to fight whoever it was that dared disturb her, but instead relaxed as she felt the warmth of a woollen blanket wrap gently round her shoulders. She didn't need to look up to know who it was, his faint cologne and the way he held her gave him away.
"Dis becoming a bad habit, Chere." Remy stated as he wrapped his arms closer around her increasingly small figure. Rogue said nothing, too tried to fight with him, and too tried to run. Instead she just laid her head against his chest and sighed heavily. All she wanted to do was to sleep.
It didn't take a mind reader to see there was something seriously wrong with Rogue, Gambit thought as he led her over to a park bench. Just by holding her he could tell she had lost weight, she felt like nothing but skin and bones. For the most part she had hidden her eyes behind make-up, but he could still see they were sunken.
"Come on Chere, we go back to de house. Y' need t' sleep some."
"Remy," Rogue whispered softly, "Can we jus' stay here farha lil' bit? Please, sugah?" She pleaded. Just a few minutes more and then they'd go home.
"Alright, den, jus' a few minutes." Gambit agreed.
As the first raindrops began to fall, Remy woke Rogue up and together they found shelter in a garage for the night, unlocked thanks to Gambit's talent as a lock pick.
Evanescence owns the song Understanding (Wash it all Away). Awesome group, amazing song! Blows me away whenever I hear it.
Also a big thank you to Tammy for reviewing. I hope you enjoy the next chapter as just as much as the first two. It should be done in a few days.
Wash it all Away
"You hold the answers deep within your own mind.
Consciously, you've forgotten it.
That's the way the human mind works.
Whenever something is too unpleasant, to shameful for us
to entertain, we reject it.
We erase it from our memories.
But the imprint is always there."
Rogue wandered aimlessly through the park, again. The nightmares were coming back to her, she thought they had gone, long ago, but they were back and though she hated to admit it, they were getting to her. Getting to sleep was a problem but she refused to take sleeping pills. She could get through this, she had every time before. It had been weeks, maybe more, since Rogue had been able to sleep properly, this was the third time in a week she had gone out by herself, just trying to do something to keep from going mad. The silence didn't really start to bother her until three or four. Then, if she survived those two horribly slow hours, it would be five and everything would start over again. The day would be reborn. But now the days just melted in together. How can you tell one day from the next if your constantly awake?
So here she was, in the pitch-black park at three thirty in the morning. Alone. The faint smell of rain hung in the air, and the wind picked up a little. Whether it was Orono's senses or her own Rogue couldn't tell, but she knew a storm was coming. Anyone else would have been scared, scared of being out at night alone, scared if there were more than just one voice in their head, but not Rogue. What did she have to be afraid of? She could render almost any attacker unconscious and as for the voices, the minds of anyone she had ever touched, well that still frightened her a little, but it was a part of who she was.
So lost in her thoughts, it wasn't until he was almost right on top of her that Rogue noticed she had company. She stood, ready to fight whoever it was that dared disturb her, but instead relaxed as she felt the warmth of a woollen blanket wrap gently round her shoulders. She didn't need to look up to know who it was, his faint cologne and the way he held her gave him away.
"Dis becoming a bad habit, Chere." Remy stated as he wrapped his arms closer around her increasingly small figure. Rogue said nothing, too tried to fight with him, and too tried to run. Instead she just laid her head against his chest and sighed heavily. All she wanted to do was to sleep.
It didn't take a mind reader to see there was something seriously wrong with Rogue, Gambit thought as he led her over to a park bench. Just by holding her he could tell she had lost weight, she felt like nothing but skin and bones. For the most part she had hidden her eyes behind make-up, but he could still see they were sunken.
"Come on Chere, we go back to de house. Y' need t' sleep some."
"Remy," Rogue whispered softly, "Can we jus' stay here farha lil' bit? Please, sugah?" She pleaded. Just a few minutes more and then they'd go home.
"Alright, den, jus' a few minutes." Gambit agreed.
As the first raindrops began to fall, Remy woke Rogue up and together they found shelter in a garage for the night, unlocked thanks to Gambit's talent as a lock pick.