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Shadowed Ghost

Chapter Two

Walking up the stairs Rogue was stopped by a firm grasp on her arm. She spun around and nearly fell off the railing.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?!"

"Where are you going?" Scott was glaring at her. Or was he? She could never tell what was going on behind his glasses and his eyebrows never gave much of a hint.

"I'm going to my room. Do you have a problem with that?" She glared at him, just incase he was glaring back.

"I don't think you should go in there right now."

"Uhm, I didn't ask what you think."

"Really, don't go in there right now. Kitty's had a bad day and I think she wants to be alone."

"Well, if she's having a bad day I should go check on her instead of leaving her by herself to cry for hours wondering why no one was there for her." She turned around and walked up the staircase muttering about how stupid some people with sunglasses could be.

She opened the door to her room and was startled to see that Kitty wasn't in there. "Jackass, she isn't even in here." Worried about her room-mate she decided to check the bathroom and went around asking people if they had seen her. All she got was an "I don't think so." from Evan and a "She went to her room." from Bobby. No one else was home so Rogue headed back up the stairs to do homework figuring that Kitty just wanted to be alone.

Rogue nearly broke her back picking up her backpack and carrying it to her bed. She sighed with relief when she dropped it on the floor and sat on her bed. Her eyebrows immediately snapped together when she noticed a small piece of paper halfway hiding behind her pillow. 'What's this?' she thought as she picked it up and started to read.

""Dear Rogue,

Please understand that by the time you read this I will already have left the mansion. Please don't try to find me; I don't want anyone to find me. I'm not sure why I'm writing this, I just felt like I had to tell someone how I felt; I had to explain why I'm going to do this.

About a month ago I sent word to my parents about me being a mutant because the Professor has been telling us all to do that, to get it over with before the police find out about us and expose us to the public. That's why I've been waiting by the mailbox all day. I mean, I knew that my parents would still love me and that they would tell me that they're still proud of me but I was still nervous. A little while ago they finally sent me something back. They cut out my obituary from our town newspaper and sent it to me. It's hard to explain how I felt because all I could/can feel is pain. It's not physical, it's all emotional. Over the years, before I told them about me, the pain of not telling them was just too much for me to handle. You know those nights when you wake up and find me sitting on my bed, staring out the window at the sky? You know how you always ask me what I'm doing or what I'm looking at or if everything's alright? Well, I've lied to you. I always tell you that I'm just looking at the stars. I tell you that nothings wrong and that I just can't sleep. You always ask me again, always checking to make sure that there's nothing wrong. Thanks for doing that. You're one of the only people that actually makes me feel like I'm alive, that makes me feel like I'm loved. It kind of makes me feel bad though, about lying to you. You see, I always lie. That's what gets me so confused. Well, it's not really lying, it's acting. Everything I do is an act. To tell the truth I've always hated being a valley-girl type person because I'm so much more than that it's just, well, nobody seemed to care.

Look, this letter is getting too long and I fear that I have been rambling. If you could just do a few things for me, that would be great. Give Jean a hug and thank her for being a great friend and that the CD I borrowed last week is in her SUV. Tell Scott that he was a great leader and to not beat himself up over this because he didn't do anything wrong. Tell everyone else at the mansion that I'm sorry and that this isn't anyone's fault but my own. Tell Storm and the Professor that I appreciate their efforts to become my second family but I just don't seem to belong in any family and I'm sorry. If you can, tell my parents that now they have a body to put in my coffin and I'll be waiting at my grave.

One last thing before I end this. This might shock you and you might think it's gross but seeing as I'll be dead before you read this I figured I may as well tell you. I love you and I have always loved you. Not just because of your charm, beauty and witty remarks but also because while you can't touch people physically, you never stop trying to touch people emotionally. Even though this may have gone unnoticed by the others, I've always known that you care about us all not only as a team, but as individuals. You might try to hide it but I could always see through you. It was a dream-come-true when we got to room together and I'll miss those nights when you talked to me more than anything. Well, anything except for you yourself. You probably didn't notice (nobody ever does) but I always day dreamed about kissing you. I always imagined how soft your lips would be against my flesh, a perfect contrast to the firm grip you have on my love. Just look at me, I'm getting carried away. I love you.

Kitty""

Tears welled up in Rogue's eyes and she scanned the room as though hoping Kitty would suddenly appear and she would realize this was just a dream. Her eyes led her to Kitty's bed and she gasped as she realized blood was splattered on the pillow.

"Professor!"

Author's Note: I'll have chapter three up at least by the end of the week! That's a promise!