Author's notes: so have ya guessed who's in her room yet? Well I'm trying to churn things around in the X-mansion, turn badies into goodies, and vice versa... Hope you guys like this next chapter! It's a bit short, but Don't forget to review!

Ch7: Cutting into my skin

Rogue took a deep breath and walked towards her door. It was now or never. It had to be done. Rogue was scared because she didn't know what she had to say. She slowly walked into her bedroom to see Logan sitting on her desk chair. He had his right hand on the desk and he was rapping his fingers across the desk. He looked pissed off and she didn't know why.

"Logan, hi." Rogue greeted. She tried to keep smiling, but something was up. Logan didn't reply. Rogue continued into her room and closed the door. "What's going on?"

Logan took a deep breath. "Where were you?"

Rogue stood in the middle of the room and crossed her arms. "Ah went out for the day, why?"

Logan stood up. "Why didn't you tell me you were going out?" his voice was gruff and he sounded mad, but that he was trying to hold it back. And that's what scared her.

Rogue felt threatened by Logan, but she didn't know why. She knew she could take on Logan if he tried, but once he pulled out his adamantium claws, she was in big trouble. She had never felt threatened by Logan, but today something was different about him. She couldn't figure it out. "Ah didn't feel that ah had to," Rogue replied.

Logan took a step closer to Rogue. "I waited for you in the kitchen this morning. I was hoping we'd have a chat, but you just left without telling anyone," Logan explained. He took another step closer to Rogue. This time she couldn't help but move a step back.

"Ah didn't know yah were waiting. Ah just got up and felt like going out," Rogue explained. She tried to remain calm, but she was afraid. She had no idea why suddenly Logan was acting so weird.

Logan stepped closer again and Rogue took another step back. "Next time, let me know where you're going," He ordered. Logan continued to step closer to Rogue, and she kept stepping back. Logan knew Rogue was afraid of him. He could smell it. He smiled inside. He had the power, the upper hand in this situation and he loved it. Within a few seconds, Rogue had backed herself into a wall. She felt like prey backed into a corner and that Logan was the predator.

Rogue felt the wall touch her back and she felt more scared for her life than she'd ever felt during her time in the mansion. "Since when do yah want to know everywhere ah go?" Rogue replied, trying to show Logan that she wasn't scared.

Logan placed a hand on the wall above Rogue's head and leaned in close. He sniffed her hair. She smelt like sand and salt water. He loved how she smelt, and the smell of her fear drove his senses wild. Rogue turned her head away from Logan. She had no idea what was going on. She didn't want Logan touching her anymore.

"Logan, stop," Rogue commanded. She tried to push Logan off her but he wouldn't budge. "Logan! Ah said stop!" Rogue said louder and angrier. Again Logan didn't moved. Logan, however, moved his head back a little so that he could look into Rogue's green eyes. She couldn't make out the look he was giving her, but he wasn't angry anymore. "What do yah want?" She asked.

Logan smiled, "What do you think?" Logan leaned forward again and began kissing Rogue's neck.

"No."

Logan slowly moved his kisses upwards until he reacher her ear. "Were you with Gambit today?" Logan whispered in her hear. His voice didn't come across as angry, and it could only be explained as the type of voice you hear when the devil whispers in people's ears in the movies. She felt his hot breath on her ear and she hated that he knew how to turn her on. She also picked up how Logan called Remy by his mutant name. Logan only did it when he was pissed off with one of the students.

"No."

Logan kept his hand on the wall above Rogue, pinning her to that spot, but he brought his other hand up against her thigh. His mouth was still near her ear, kissing her. "Don't lie," Logan growled.

"Ah'm not!" Rogue replied even louder than she intended. "Now get off me!" Rogue yelled. She didn't care anymore if anyone heard them. She wanted Logan to stop freaking her out. She pushed his chest but he didn't move. She hated that he weighed a ton with his stupid metal bones.

Logan kept his arm pinned on the wall and his other hand was now away from her thigh and was now wrapped around her forearm. His grip was insanely close to the fresh wound she'd made the night before and it made her arm burn with pain. "Logan, you're hurting me!" Logan continued to look into her eyes, but didn't say a word. She had to get him off her, change the topic.. Something! "Are yah jealous of Remy?" Rogue asked. Logan didn't reply. He just kept looking into her eyes. "Ah told you, ah wasn't out with Remy today. Now get off me! What the hell is wrong with yah?" Rogue yelled.

Logan looked like he wasn't even listening to Rogue and it scared her. "I love you, Rogue."

Rogue had had enough. She had no idea what had gotten into Logan and she was so scared she didn't know what he'd do if she tried to break up with him.

"Logan, get off before ah make yah get off me!" Rogue threatened. Logan knew what that meant; Being knocked unconscious for hours after Rogue absorbs him. And Logan had been through that many times before. He hated the feeling of helplessness and weakness that came when Rogue absorbed him, and Rogue knew he hated it.

He smiled in a cocky way and removed his hands. Logan lifted his hand to Rogue's cheek and ran his fingers down her jaw line. Rogue felt violated and was ready to absorb him if he didn't let her go.

"Nite," Logan said softly before he turned and headed towards the door.

Rogue didn't move from her spot against the wall until Logan had closed the door behind him. As soon as she heard the door shut, she slid down the wall and crouched on the floor. She had no idea what had just happened. She didn't know what provoked Logan to act like that. She had never seen that look in Logan's eyes before. Something about him was animalistic, possessive if not obsessive and it scared the shit out of her. And she was shocked at Logan questioning if she'd been out with Remy all afternoon. Surely Logan would have seen Remy at the mansion during the day.

'Unless Remy went out too.'

Rogue was in such shock, she almost didn't hear the knock at her door.

"Rogue?" It was Jean again. "Are you alright?"

Jean's room was next door and Rogue figured that she must've heard something.

Rogue wasn't in the mood to talk to Jean. She knew she had to sort this out herself. "Ah'm okay," Rogue called out. "Goodnight!"

"But Rogue," Jean called out through the door.

"Good night!" Rogue called out again, hoping that Jean would take the hint and go away.

"Goodnight," Jean said through the door. Rogue could hear in Jean's voice that she was not happy that she wasn't allowed in to talk to Rogue. And then there was silence. Rogue's heart was pumping at a million miles an hour. She wondered why she didn't absorb Logan to get him off her. She would have absorbed all his memories and figured out what was wrong with him, but at the same time, she was glad she didn't absorb him. She didn't like what she saw in Logan's eyes, and she didn't want to hear what was going through his mind as well.

Rogue grabbed her head and rocked. "How am ah going tah get out of this?"

"Ah'm all alone. Ah'm all alone. Ah'm all alone." She whispered to herself. She was scared and didn't want anything to do with Logan now. She knew if she allowed Jean into her room, she would have told Rogue to go tell the professor. But even though Rogue knew that the professor probably knew she slept with Logan, she didn't want to tell him out loud. It was too embarrassing. She didn't know what everyone would think of her if word got out.

"Ah need to escape. Ah need to get away from it all! Ah can't stand it anymore!" Rogue growled to herself. She forced herself to get up and she made her way to the bathroom. The blade from the night before was sitting on the side of the basin, where she'd left it. She picked it up. It was still bloody. Rogue took off her top and lifted her arm up to look at the red line she'd made the night before. The skin surrounding the cut was bright red. When Logan grabbed her arm, he must've aggravated the wound.

"Ah need this. Ah need this. Ah need this."

Rogue placed the blade next to the cut, ready to make a new line.

"Ah need the pain to go away. Oh God. Please make it go away!"

She pressed the blade down on her skin and winced in pain. She watched the blood trickle out of her arm, just like the night before. She sat on the lid to the laundry chute again, with her arm in the basin.

"What have ah done tah deserve this?"

She felt light headed as the blood ran into the basin. She made sure that she wouldn't need stitches, but the blood was still coming out quickly none the less. Rogue rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes. She felt her pains slowly go down the drain with the blood and she tried to think of the days when she was truly happy.

"Remy.. Ah miss yah."

Rogue didn't know how long she'd closed her eyes for, but when she opened them, the cut on her arm had stopped bleeding and the blood had dried all over her forearm and looked like deep red streams. She figured she must've passed out from all the excitement of that night. Rogue grabbed a bath towel and wet one of the corners. With the wet corner, she started cleaning up the dried up blood on her arm. It hurt, and even though she winced in pain, she felt more alive knowing that she could feel the pain and that she wasn't just a hollow shell.

After she was satisfied that she'd cleaned up most of the blood, Rogue walked out of the bathroom towards her bed. The balcony doors were wide open but she didn't remember opening them in the morning.

"Logan." Rogue muttered to herself as she walked over to close the doors. As she reached the doors, something caught her eye outside the mansion gates. A set of headlights were coming down the driveway and the rumble of a motorbike could be heard. Rogue walked out on the balcony, not caring that she was only wearing her bra and jeans, to see who it was. She looked back inside her room to see what time it was. 10:30pm. She'd passed out for more than an hour.

Finding the late night visitor more important, Rogue leaned on the concrete rails of the balcony and watched as Remy's bike rode into the garage.

"Who the hell has he got on the back?" Rogue asked herself. The person riding on the back of Remy's bike had no helmet on and Rogue could see the woman's face. She didn't recognise the blonde woman, so Rogue decided to check it out. She ran across her room and grabbed a singlet she had lying on the end of her bed and put it on. She then ran out of her room and down the dark hallway towards the front door. As she neared the stairs that lead down to the front door, Rogue leaned back onto the wall to keep in the shadows and only dared to peek her head around the corner. She watched down the left side of the staircase to see Remy walking in with his arm around the anonymous blonde woman. Rogue's eyes widened. She hadn't expected Remy to bring anyone home, regardless if Xavier strictly told all students it wasn't allowed. After Jean telling her that Remy still really loved her, it hurt Rogue more to see him with another woman. Rogue wasn't an idiot. She knew that Remy would only bring the girl home for one reason.

She watched as Remy led the girl up the right side of the wide staircase, which led to the boy's dorms. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but the woman looked drunk. Remy looked like he'd been drinking too. Rogue hid in the shadows as she watched them climb the staircase. She figured that they hadn't seen her, but as they reached the top and turned to head down the boy's dorms, Remy turned his head and looked right at Rogue. Rogue's eyes widened at the fact that she'd been sprung. She had no idea how he knew she was there! And she was hurt at the look Remy was sending her. He didn't look mad, or like a man who was about to get laid. His stare was dead and cold and it held Rogue frozen in her place. She pitied Remy. There was something about the look in his eyes that made her wish he were in her arms instead of that trashy blonde's.

After a moment, Remy looked forward again and continued his way to his bedroom with the blonde in tow.

Rogue crouched on the floor and hugged herself. "Why is mah life so screwed up?" She whispered to herself. She felt like she was dying inside. She'd just gotten confirmation that her ex doesn't love her anymore and now she doesn't know how to tell Logan it's over without the fear of him doing something crazy, like attacking her!