One
Haunted
The windows fluttered with the warm night breeze. The moonlight shining through, casting silvery shadows across an oaken floor; and across white sheets, which were wrestling, and fell away... There was a flash of silver and crimson in one quick sucession. The young seventeen-year-old woman is searching the sheets for a glove to stop the strenuious flow of blood; a tourniquet. She draws her breath back in a low hiss as the fabric grazes; with increasing pressure onto her pale wrist. She watches as the glove becomes soiled... She is numb from the pain, but the stinging reassures her she is alive. She brushes away a tear with ther bare hand, and along with that, a stray strand of white. There are approaching footsteps. Rogue hurriedly buries heself beneath the immaculate sheet, holding the glove on her wrist. Her door creaks open... Light shining through from the hall where in other rooms, students were resting...
"You alright kid?" Logan's gruff voice asks... He seems groggy as he says this.
"Ah'm fahne, thanks Logan."
"I smelled blood, I thought..."
"How'd y' know e'it ain't---?"
"There's a difference." He said firmly. "I can still smell it..." He flicked on her light seeing Rogue's eyes squint to little slits of green. Logan walked over to her bedside, and sat.
"Lemme see kiddo." He said watching her reproachfully.
"There's nuthin' t' see." She said... She knew he could tell she was lying... She was a terrible liar.
He gently reached for her wrist, and she let him take it... He could see the glove soaked in blood... He pulled it away to see the deep slitted lasceration where the blood was beginning to clot; sure to eventually scab. The razor blade left its mark on the sheets as well, as it too had the remnants of Rogue's thick life sustaining liquids...
"Why?" Were the first words that escaped his lips as he looked into Rogue's glazed, previously crying eyes... Which were welling up once more.
"Ah have this 'memry, ah can't git e'it t' go away... Most uh' 'em fade... But this one... E"it won't leave." Her voice began to tremble in a whisper. "E'it won't fade because ah dreamt e'it... an' now that ha done e'it... Ah turned e'it into a 'memry..."
Rogue suddenly then awoke with a start.