Where do I go now?

Author romylover2004

Chapter 4

Driving for hours and hours at a time can be down right boring, but at the same time you have the freedom to live. There's no one there to tell you what to do. Rogue thought to herself while trying to memorize her surroundings.

It was starting to get dark out and Rogue didn't want to drive in the dark. She drove for a few more minutes until she found a motel. She turned right and parked in the motel parking lot. She climbed off Logan's motorcycle, and walked towards the motel office.

She walked into the office and saw a man sitting behind the desk staring at the ceiling with an odd look on his face.

"Excuse meh'' Rogue said walking up to the strange man behind the desk.

"Oh sorry miss'' said the man shaking his head.

"We have one room left, it's number 7, you want it? Finishing what he had to say.

"Yes'' replied Rogue shortly.

The man gave her the key to the room the man assigned to her, Rogue took it and paid for the room. Then she went back outside to the motorcycle and grabbed her bag.

She went up to the door that had the number seven painted on it.

She put the key in the lock and twisted the key until she herd a faint click.

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She walked into the room and decided that it wasn't that bad and that it would do. She was so tired that she dropped her bad and collapsed on the bed next to her.

The next morning she woke up in a cold sweat. She had a nightmare.

"Ah wonder why ah keep having these weird nightmares? Rogue thought to herself while making her bed.

She'd finished making her bed and was digging thru her bag for some clothes. She found a red halter-top wit a black leather jacket, some black pants and her usual choker. As soon as she found her clothes she walked into the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. She stepped in and let the hot water wash over her. Washing away, the mask that hides her inner self.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She looked in the mirror at her reflex ion. What she saw was a lonely girl on the run, with no one to talk to and nowhere to go.

She had to admit she liked it when her hair had a sudden curl. And her eyes looked so sad. Her eyes were her best feature, they shined when she was happy, they would look hollow when she was angry and they would have a look of doubt when she was sad. The truth is, she would like to act normal and social and she would like to have friends.

Enough of that girl, I can't be feeling sorry for myself. Thought Rogue angrily.

She took one last glance in the mirror then went to pack her things.

She stuffed her things in her bag. And left the room locking the door behind her. She dropped the key to the room off in the office.

She ran to the motorcycle hopped on, revved the engine and left in a cloud of dust.