A/N-Not mine. Dont own. I know I know. Another story? Why not just finish the ones you have? I'll tell you why, cuz I'm EVIL! Awesome!!

Forget Me.

Two words. Not even big words. We use them all the time, every day. Only when they're put together like that, do they become something else. Something horrible, something tainting, something sad. A whole other presence. Can you imagine walking up to the people you love most in the world, and telling them to forget you? Up until a few days ago, I couldn't. My whole life is my friends. My family, really. And so our family outings save the world more often then not, that doesn't make it any less real. Our family time just includes running programs designed to keep us at the top of our game, keep us alive.

Which is why they have to Forget Me. Why I'm making them Forget Me. Why they've already Forgotten Me.

I remember when the Professor took the memory of the whole town. 'For our own good,' he had said. 'The regulars weren't' ready to know about us yet.' And I agreed. I did often wonder though, how it felt. Did they lose that time. Did they wake up in the morning wondering what they had done last night? Did they feel whispers in their minds, telling them that something was wrong?

Is that what my family is feeling? They've forgotten me. But, is there a whisper in the back of their minds, whispering about a girl who's not there, that should be? Is there a feeling of wrongness. A shadow of me that wont leave?

I hope not.

I worked hard. I erased myself from their lives physically. Went through the whole house, removed pictures of me, anything with my name on it, took my name of the chore schedule. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

Then I took myself from their minds. When they wake up, I wont be there, but they wont know the difference, because they wont know me.

I couldn't take myself completely away though. In the upstairs hallway. The professors hallway there is a picture. A picture of the Original X-Men. People walking through that hallway are too busy going to talk to the Professor to notice it. But if they did, they'd notice a girl. A girl no-one seems to know. A girl no-one seems to remember. A

A Rogue.