AN: Love the reviews you guys (keep 'em coming). Decided to write another chapter. Woo.

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Chapter Three: Blood

It's all in the blood. My mutation, my life-force, everything is in the blood. It's what keeps me alive, it's what makes my skin untouchable.

Blood.

I hate it.

Scott and I got home from Pizza Hut only a few hours ago, and now I've locked myself in a bathroom stall and currently I'm slicing my arm up. The blood drips onto the tiled floor in little puddles, I don't really care. I really don't.

Why am I doing this? Well, it's simple. When Scott and I got back from our dinner, I seen Bobby making out with Jubilee. I know, I shouldn't take it to heart. He's dating someone else and I'm fine with it. But seeing what I couldn't do…I just snapped.

I could hear Erik egging me on, telling me that if I cut a little bit deeper…

Then there is Logan telling me that I had better not even think about it.

The others just sat there, not saying anything…

I don't know what to do anymore. I really don't. It's to hard, does anyone else at the school know what it's like to be me? I can't touch anyone, I can't…it hurts to even think about it. I'll never have kids, I'll never be able to kiss someone, I'll never. I'll never. I'll never.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice how deep I was actually cutting. My gloves sat in my lap, and my left arm was shaking as I just let the razor repeatedly slash my skin. Why not take it to the next level? It's not like I'm doing anything important here anyway. I live in fear of touching people, people live in fear of touching me, I live in fear of mutant haters, I live in fear of Magneto, I live in fear of my nightmares, I live in fear.

I live in fear.

I don't want to live in fear. I don't want to live period.

The puddles of blood are getting bigger now, and Erik and Logan's voices in my head are growing quiet. I let the razor drop from my hands, and look over the damage that I've caused this time. When I look down at my arm…I'm actually scared.

There were so many gashes…the blood was everywhere. It scared me to think that I really was going to die. I wanted to die right?

Then why was I so scared?

I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing, everything was so confusing and hazy as I struggled to stand, nearly slipping in the pool of blood at my feet. I made it nearly two steps out of the bathroom stall before I collapsed onto the floor, I stayed awake and alert only long enough to hear someone scream.

And then there was darkness.

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Remy had been looking high and low for the angel that stole his heart from the moment he laid his eyes on her. First he checked all the first floor rooms, the Kitchen, Rec room, and Library…no angel there, only students. He then began the obvious search of the second floor, which meant knocking on every door to ask those that answered where Rogue was.

This task was proving harder then he thought it would be, he was about ready to give up when he heard a very girlish scream. Normally Remy wouldn't get involved, in fact even now he was fairly certain that getting involved would be a very bad idea, although some girl probably just seen a mouse or something. So what was the harm? He was a teacher after all…

It only took his tall form a few steps to get to the area of the scream, girls were crowded around what he assumed to be the girls bathroom. Maybe he would get lucky and see some lovely lady in the nude?

All thoughts and smiles dropped when he seen what the screaming was about. There in the middle of the bathroom floor, covered in blood, was his angel…

"Merde!" Was all he could say before stepping into the bathroom, springing into action. "Sumone go tell the Professor!" was all he could think to say as he checked to make sure that Rogue was still breathing. His heart was going a mile a minute as he scooped the young girl into his arms, lifting her up with ease.

All he could think about as he carried her small form down towards the med lab was how sad she was earlier.

So sad…

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Scott had been in the rec. room watching the news when the Professor's voice entered his head. The moment he heard those words, 'Something's wrong with Rogue, we need you in the med-lab' Scott sprung to life. He actually had jumped over two kids playing monopoly on his way towards the door.

Halfway down to the med-lab, Scott noticed something that made his stomach spasm. Blood…a single trail of it leading towards the med-lab. The sight of the blood only made him run faster, until he was finally in the already crowded med-lab. Professor Xavier was speaking with the new teacher (who Scott really didn't like), Jubilee and Kitty were off in one corner, huddled together and crying, and Hank the large furry doctor was huddled over someone.

Rogue.

So pale. So fragile. So beautiful, even now covered in blood. He clenched and unclenched his jaw.

Be strong Summers…you're the leader…you can't afford to break down. Moments later, Ororo and Kurt arrived, both with the same mirrored expression of worry.

"Professor…what's going on?" Ororo asked, the words that Scott couldn't.

Professor Xavier looked up and gave a grim look. "It seems that Rogue was more disturbed then any of us could ever imagine."

He went on to say that if he would have known, then he could have done something about it…but even though she seemed so sad he didn't want to invade her privacy by going into her mind. Scott was told how Kitty was the one that found her laying in the bathroom soaked in her own blood, then how Remy sprang into action.

Ororo went to comfort the two girls in the corner, Kurt started to pray, and Scott just stood there numb. Could he have done anything to help her? She didn't really seem that sad earlier…just the normal, everyday Rogue that he had grown to care for. If only he had known how depressed he was…

If only.

Why didn't he see how she truly felt?

"She needs more blood if she is going to survive." Hank spoke, startling everyone out of their thoughts.

"Don't we have some stored?" Professor Xavier asked with concern.

"We did, but after last weeks incident…" Hank said, referring to the rather large amount of blood that had to be used to save a few new students after their run in with Mutant-Haters.

"Take mine." Scott said, suddenly; his sleeve rolling up.

"We can't simply take your blood, it's not that easy…you need to have the same blood type." Hank stated.

"I'm aware of that." Scott growled out, surprising everyone and himself at how he sounded, "I'm the leader of the team, I'm supposed to know these things. We have the same blood type."

"In a situation like this, I fear I cannot argue." Hank said, with a sigh.

Blood. It's what we all need to survive.

And sometimes, it's what connects us together.

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AN: Short chapter I know, you can beat me with sticks and stuff if you want. So, Rogue tried to kill herself? Bet you didn't expect this so soon…

I mostly had this happen now, because the rest of the story will show her healing and how different people help her heal. What happens when Logan comes back and finds out she's not the same as she once was. I had Scott give her the blood rather then Remy (or anybody else for that matter) because Scott is like her only family as of now, they both understand each other, and now Rogue has Scott's blood flowing threw her veins.

Next Up: Rogue muses on her new life being watched twenty-four seven, Remy tries to comfort Rogue, Scott tries to comfort Rogue, Logan call's the school and get's the news.