This chapter is dedicated to Rogue's therapy. This shall be fun./ And I threw in a few twists.....
"Rogue, correct?" the female therapist asked.
"Yes." Rogue answered boredly.
"Well," Mrs. Busybody(therapist) looked her over, "I guess you have some issues besides being a mutant."
"Ya have NOOOOO idea..." Rogue groaned.
"Give me an overall idea." Mrs. Busybody smiled.
"K. My mother lied to get me on her team, but then I found out the truth when she tried murder my teammate and Ah. Then, Ah joined the X-Men, but had to help save Jean when she lost control. Later, when we exposed, a few of my friends and Ah were captured into experiment place. Then, my mother helped us escape, but she had all ready blown up the mansion and posed as the professor. Later, all these people tried to take over my mind, and stuff, and Ah found out she adopted me. Then Ah found out she was my real mom. Anyway, later she let Mesmero control my mind and absorb everyone again. Ah accidentally ruined Jean and Scott's graduation...Then, Ah was kidanapped by a cajun that now lives with us, and had to save his dad. That was after Mystique, my mother, was turned to stone and Ah shoved her off a cliff, completely making my half-brother furious with me. Anyway, turned out that Remy was using me too, but Ah forgave him. Then, Ah was forced to release Apocalypse and my mother came back to life. Ah had to absorb a little brat to save the world, even though Ah would have happily died. Now, Remy is still annoying the hell outta me! And the mansion is filled with idiots!" Rogue smiled angrily.
"Um......I've never had this kind of issues." Mrs. Busybody murmured.
"Yeah, did Ah mention that the cajun swamp rat is my boyfriend? His ex-fiancee and Ah get along pretty good, though he hates it when we get together, sayin' something about how much we torture him." Rogue smiled.
"Start with today, We'll sort out today." Mrs Busybody shuddered.
(Flashback)
"X23?!?!?!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY MAKE-UP!!!??" Jean screamed.
"It's not my fault! Rogue TOLD me I could!!!!!!!!!!" X23 yelled.
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOGGUE!!!!!!!! GEEEEEET IN HERE!!!!!!!" Jean screamed so loud that all of New York heard. ("So that was the yell this morning..." Mrs. Busybody murmured.)
"What do ya want?" Rogue asked boredly.
"Why did you say the creature could use my make-up?" Jean asked.
"Cuz....cuz..Ah honestly have no clue....." Rogue smiled evilly.
"Why is everyone SCREAMING?" Jubilee asked.
"In case you haven't noticed, it's the basic form of communicatiohn around here. If you don't scream, you won't be heard." Bobby pointed out.
"TABBY, STOP BEING SO INSAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!!" Jaimee yelled as he ran from the bomb throwing mutant.
"But, Jaimee! My insanity keeps me sane!!!" Tabitha smiled, and tossed some more bombs around. Logan walked down stairs to see the chaos.
"Ya know, denial is just as bl;issful as ignorance these days." he muttered, turning into the kitchen.
"Like, what's wrong with Wolvie?" Kitty asked, phasing through the kitchen door.
"He's in denial about the insanity he lives in." Jubilee muttered.
"Yeah, kinda like ROGUE here, who suffers from insanity." Jean glared.
"Now, Jean. Ah don't suffer from insanity....Ah enjoy every second of it." Rogue smiled sweetly, before hearing the Professor's voice.
"You start therapy today...Rogue's first."
(End of the flashback.)
"Um....is that a normal morning for you?" Mrs. Busybody asked.
"No. They are usually more hectic." Rogue answered deadpan.
"Um......" Mrs. Busybody found nothing to say. Thankfully, Rogue's cellphone interrupted them.
"Hello?" Rogue asked. "Really? .....WHAT?!?!?!?! SHE DID WHAT?!?!?!?!?! .......AH DON'T CARE ABOUT HER EXCUSES!!!!!!!!!! SHE'S DEAD!!!!!!!! ......Tell her then......Sharpen my damn knives, when Ah get home.......Uh-uh.......WHAT?!?!?!? JEAN TOOK MY KNIVES AS WELL! .......Oh, that explains a lot.....Fine.....Ah'll murder her tomorrow.......Bye."
When Rogue turned back to her therapist, she heard a long scream and saw the window shattered. She stood up, and looked out. Mrs. Busybody had jumped out the window. And they were on the fortieth floor.
"What's her problem?"