If love was an Option

Chapter 1

She grabbed the razor blade from under her bed and just stared at it for a moment as it layed on her palm. She then lifted her left sleeve up and dragged the blade across her white flesh. A strike of pain surged up her arm, causing her drop the blade. The arm was bleeding. She picked up the blade again and dragged it across her arm again. This time the blade didn't cut the skin, knowing what kind of pain to expect made her arms shake. She went across the same spot once again giving all he had within herself. She pulled the blade away after the second cut, wiped it clean with a rag from her sock drawer and pulled down her sleeve. She layed back down on the bed and fell asleep while listening to pantera playing the background. Memeories of those she had touched kept clouding up her mind. She has some many of them she couldn't even tell which memories were hers. She reached over to her jewelery case and took a couple of pain killers she found in the lab downstairs. She loves the feeling of not being able to feel at all. It was her was of getting away from everything, the institution, the ridicule and the pain of knowning she could never have a family. She could feel the drugs kicking in and she just stared up at the ceiling while playing with the white streak in her hair. The only thing she thought about was Logan. She missed him so much, yet she hated him with a deep passion for leaving just because Jean died. She longed to hear his voice.

The room was quiet. The only noise in the motel room was the deep breathing of the strange woman laying next to him. He looked over at her naked body and felt disgusted. He must have been grunk to have slept with this woman. He quietly put on his clothes and grabbed his bag. As he stepped through the door he realized how much he wanted Jean. And the woman he met at the bar last night didn't even compare to her. Then he closed the door and got back on his motorcycle. He didn't know where he was going, he just didn't want to be the smae place for long. He had to keep moving ato keep his mind off thinking about Jean. He couldn't bare the thought. He went back to drifting from city to city doing odd jobs just to make a buck, that he would later spend on getting drunk, and waking up with a different woman every morning. he didn't ever want to go back to the institution. Just stepping inside would remenid him of the one he lost.

storm

Back at the institution the days went by slower. With Jean dead, Logan drifting from city to city and piro joining magneto it felt as it the place was comlpetely hollow.

"Professor, I'm worried about Rogue. Ever since Bobby broke up with her she hasn't been eating,talking and she's never left her room. This isn't just some typical break up." Storm said fretfully.

"I completely understand. What Rogue is going through is to be expected. She feels that she will never be able to have a significant other or a family. Right now all we can do for her is be as supportative as possible."

"But Professor, what if that doesn't work. She doesn't want anyone near her let alone talk to her."

"I'll think of something. Right now I have to concentrate on what Magneto is going to come up with next now that he has Piro on his side. God only knows what can happen.

At Magneto's layer:

He sat in his chair and put his ead back. There was nothing he could think of. There was no new plan to rid the world of humans. His mind was just blank. He put his hands over his face and just took a deep breath in. As he pulled hi hadns away he could she Mystique walking towards him with a huge grin on her face.

"Sir, I have a plan."