A/N: Hey guys thanks for all your reviews its very much inspiring me to write quicker and the poem from the last chapter is one I wrote last year when I was in english, I got the inspiration from something another person had written on the desk but yea glad your liking it guys.

CH 5

Rogue slowly pulled herself out of the darkness of her mind. She stared down at her blood stained wrist, no blood flowed now all that was left was the dried remainder. Her eyes then settled on the page floating near the edge of the bed. A whimpered sob escaped her lips as she pulled herself from the bed and walked towards the door. She picked up her two bags on her way out not bothering to shut the door behind her. Part of her didn't want to run but all of her knew she had to. She didn't need him, couldn't want him, and wouldn't allow herself to have him. He would hold her back, always stopping her and she just needed to be alone and get away from it all.

Rogue moved quickly, hoping against all hope that she would be gone and put great distance between them before Remy returned. He couldn't help her, no one could. She needed to just work everything out in her own time. Revving her bike once she then drove off towards the horizon heading further south.

Remy pushed the door open further and walked into the deserted room. He knew at once she was gone, her presence could no longer be felt within the walls of the room. He looked around slowly; searching for any clues that may have been left behind. His eyes fell on the white paper lying neatly on the bed. He picked it up and read the words, a poem. He exited the room pulled the door shut behind him. He found his bike and rode off hoping he'd find her before she did anything drastic.

Rogue continued driving with the darkening horizon chasing behind her. The felt a shiver run down her spine causing her body to shake. Still she continued to drive as darkness closed in behind her. When her eyes began to droop and stay awake became a mission did she then decided to stop. Pulling into a shabby looking motel she carefully hid her bike from view before entering the building and getting a room for the night. Rogue lay back on the bed closing her eyes and drifting into a haunted sleep.

She didn't know who she was anymore. Was she still Rogue or was she someone else. The girl felt herself being physically pulled in so many directions. She saw green and felt knives of pain. This then flicked to a whitewashed room with her arms strapped to her side. Next came a beautiful sunshiny day, she was seated on a bench outside and someone was walking towards her. Finally came apocalypse, the war. Rogue then tumbled back into her mindscape; psyches attacked her from every angle fighting for control, for the body.

Rogue awoke screaming, her head pounding, body physically exhausted and sore. She pulled herself out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror she saw darkened smudges forming under her eyes, looking closer she notice her eyes were no longer their usual emerald green but a pale blue. Blinking she looked back again only to see brown eyes staring back at her before than flicked to red on black. Blinking once more she found her own eyes back where they belonged. Her were shaking by now, looking down at them she noticed healed cuts running in straight lines between her knuckles as though knives had run through them. She ran a single finger down one cut flinching at the slight pain it brought.

"What's happening to me" she asked her reflection, though receiving no reply.

A/N: (again): Ok so just to fill a few things in, the psyches attack her now because they are not that stupid and know that now she is all alone with no one near her to protect and save her. They also do it while she is sleeping because that is when her mind is most vunerable. So thanks for reading guys, you are like totally awesome.