Slit my wrists and close my eyes. The pain is slowly eating away at my flesh and drifting like poison up my emptying veins towards my erratic heartbeat. Hands are shaking as the sticky crimson blood flows over the crevice to coat them in a wet glove.

Eyes drift towards my clock on the wall.

tick tick

How many seconds, minutes, days to count down until I bleed myself out, I wonder.

An irking feeling starts in the corner of my mind and slowly roars to life as my strength slowly but surely ebbs away.

What the fuck did you do, sheila! Pyro's voice demands hoarsely, his cocky tone for once gone without a trace to be replaced with fear and disbelief.

Chere, we have to stop de bleedin', go get de wolf man and give him a tap-

Stripes! Get that ass up and wrap yer wrists in that shirt over-

Holy shit, yo! Rogue's tryin' to kill herself!

Like, shut the hell up Toad! We totally need to get the Professor somehow-

-I'm here Kitty.-

Like, no offense Professor, but I meant the living breathing one-

-Calm down, there is no need to become hysterical. I already have Hank on his way and he should be there momentarily.-

No no, I can't be saved. I've been planning this for too long. Carefully distancing myself and... and... they can't ruin this for me!

Hush, sheila. JohnnyBoy and Remy here are gonna take over to stop the bleedin' till that hairy mate takes over.

Fuck you! I'm not letting some fucking psyches take over when I've so carefully locked you away!

A warm, content and calming feeling enveloped her tattered mind, lulling her eyelids into halfmast as she dropped the kitchen knife she had been clutching tightly in her injured hand. A spatter of blood was flung from the dripping end of said blade as it bounced off the flood, landing on her eye to coat it in a strange red haze.

"Rogue, please open this door!"

The banging came from her right, but she was unable to move her head as the tingle spread throughout her body as the psyches overtook her.

A loud snikt then the sound of a lock being turned.

"Stripes, what the fuck are you doing!"Logan demanded hoarsely, immediately dropping to his knees as Hank took one of her injured wrists and examined it carefully, taking some dirty laundry laying on her floory to begin to wrap said appendage.

She felt Logan's psyche drift forward into her mind as the real man's hand rested on the side of her face, healing energy slowly drifting into her.

It doesn't matter! No matter how many times you save me I'm still going to fall...

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Random? Utterly. -nods slowly in agreement- I wanted to apologise for not updating yesterday, and I probably won't be able to today either... we're doing construction on a shed and etc on our property so I have to pitch in and help which will probably take all day and afterwards my muscles will be like jelly so... yeah.. sorry about that. I wrote this awhile ago, actually, so before I zip off I quick uploaded this for yer readin' pleasure. XD