She couldn't take it anymore. It was that simple - just one last bitchy fight and the realization that she didn't belong in this life anymore made her leave.
She wanted to tell her brother where she was going, she knew he would be upset at her leaving without informing him or even writing a quick note and leaving it on his pillow, so that he knew that she had not abandoned him entirely. But if she told Kurt where she was going, he would surely have told their mother and all of Rogues plans would have been halted once again.
Rogue, that was her name now. No longer would she be called by her real name - it was only ever her mother and Kurt who ever called her by it anyway. All her friends, the few that she had called her Rogue – a kind of adolescent ode to her because of her dismissive and solitary nature. By those who did not know her at all and kept they're distance, she was nicknamed the ice queen. But that was only a front – a facade if you will. Rogue knew it, her friends knew it, hell even her mother knew it but that was beside the point. It was an image, Rogue had more or less created for herself.
For some reason or another she couldn't bring herself to trust people easily, wouldn't let people get too close to her - maybe it was just an inbred defense mechanism, something to keep the evilness that people too easily inflicted on others away. Though, in turn that very self-protection made her an outcast – but not an easy target.
However, what she needed was space, to get away from everything that had become familiar and insanely monotonous to her, that she had grown up with. Rogue wanted out of the simple life that was Caldecott County, Mississippi and the conflict between herself and her mother was the last straw.
The words spouted between the orderly, wrathful Raven and the fiery goth that was her daughter were spry and furious. The end result, Raven telling her to leave if she didn't like her rules and this time, Rogue decided to take her up on that offer.
So now here she was, waiting at the dank and dirty bus station in the small Mississippi town at three am in the morning. It had been five hours since the last bus left and Rogue had only just missed it.
She was pissed at herself, at her mother, at the world. She felt lost in herself - that was the problem with Rogue. She was so angry at the world, the fact that everyone around her was always so happy-go-lucky didn't help matters at all. There was an inner darkness to her soul that ate her up inside, a blackness that she could neither understand or bare to own. It was a feeling she so desperately wanted to be rid of or to at least exert and the only way, she decided was to leave and find somewhere where she could be at peace with herself and find a 'cure' for her demons.
"Ouch!" she mumbled, at the soreness of her bottom on the cold bench she was perched on.
'That's it, ah don't care where its goin' but the next bus that gets heah, ah'm getting on it' She though impatiently to herself.
As if someone were reading her mind, an old rusted Greyhound bus pulled slowly into the station, it's ghostly dim lights bobbing around in the darkness as it pulled up with a loud his outside the dilapidated station building and stopped a few feet away from Rogue.
She pulled herself up from the uncomfortable bench and hefted the large black shoulder bag she had brought along over her shoulder and heaved herself over to the bus. The grey haired bus driver looked at her suspiciously, before opening the vehicle door – narrowing his eyes in weirded amusement at the tired looking youth before him.
"Excuse meh, but wheah is this bus goin'?" Rogue asked boldly. The bus driver regarded her a little more, before deciding that she probably wasn't drunk or a hooker. He sighed loudly and turned to face her in his seat.
"Be leaving for New Orleans in about thirty minutes miss." The mans voice drawled. Rogue inwardly sighed. It wasn't that far away from Caldecott County, not as far as she hoped to get anyway,but it was a start.
"How much ta get theah?" She asked despondently.
"Twenty dollars miss" He replied curtly.
Rogue dropped the heavy bag and dug her hand into the pocket of her black trousers and produced two ten dollar notes and stepped up into the bus and passed them over to the waiting driver.
"Hop on" the man invited, uninterested before handing her a ticket receipt and made to get up from his seat to put her bag in the luggage compartment.
"Thanks" Rogue mumbled quietly before moving her way through the bus aisle and sitting about midway down, shifting herself across the seat to the window. She sat there for another twenty minutes or so before the bus driver returned and climbed into his seat. He settled himself and looked up into the rear view mirror and looked directly at Rogue.
"You ready to go?" He asked loudly, almost jovially.
Rogue looked up quickly, a little shocked that he had said anything.
'Well heah goes nothin'' she thought.
"Yeah" she answered sadly and looked back out the window again. The bus driver smirked a little and shook his head slightly morosely as he shifted the old bus into gear.
'Another runway' he thought absently to himself and turned the bus around the rural station and back out onto the highway.
"Then to New Orleans we go" he replied.