Rogue Gone Rogue (No Longer Updated)

Waking Up Sucks

Gerard's POV: 

My hair was a complete mess of tangles when I ran my hair through it, still sitting in the chair I'd occupied for about 4 days straight. She still hadn't waken up, and it hurt my heart.

I'd been completely out of it ever since I found her, not eating anything and just sitting beside her all the time. My Beta, Mark, had to take over for me while I just sat here, scanning over the possibilities of why she was unconscious. I couldn't figure it out, and neither could my lead researcher, Cheryl.

I stared at my beautiful, scarred mate, willing her to open her eyes, willing her to look at me. She didn't, she just lay there, her hetero eyes closed, her thick black lashes casting shadows on her sharp cheekbones. 

She was frail, her pale hand cold and soft in my own. She was wearing a short pale pink dress with long lace sleeves that my younger sister, Lace, forced on her. Her full name was Lacey, but we changed it to Lace when she made others wear dresses when she could corner them.

Don't get me wrong. She didn't wear lace. She made lace dresses. She usually wore what I would imagine as cool-girl clothes, that really were cool. Beanies, combat boots, oversized jackets, band t-shirts, tights, sweaters, shorts, but nothing overly-girly. She said there were too many of those girls in the world. (EXAMPLE OF HER SORT OF CLOTHES AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER OR TO THE RIGHT, DEPENDING ON WHAT DEVICE YOU'RE USING! ♥)

My younger sister was your typical hippie, protesting against pounds, insisting that the use of paper would eventually end in our demise. She had my emerald green eyes and our mother's smooth black hair. That might've been why our father avoided her as much as he could.

Anyways, let's get back on track.

'Raven' didn't move as you would if you were asleep, unconscious shifts to make yourself more comfortable; she was completely motionless, as though she were dead. But it wasn't possible; I could hear her steady heartbeats, feel her pulse in her thin wrist. 

I just wanted my mate back.

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Rogue's POV:

I was lost in myself, my body completely shut down after what happened. I realized too late the pain that would be inflicted from the wandering of my thoughts; it was why I chose to avoid emotions at all costs.

But Juniper had to shove the feelings onto me, the love, fear, and hatred towards myself; the idea that came through my mind after that was what caused the immense pain to shoot through my body, to force me into unconsciousness for who knows how long.

I just stayed there, in my own thoughts, waiting to die, or wake up, or both. I wanted to die; the endless darkness and fearful thoughts were almost unbearable; they were what made me stronger, I would remind myself, but to be honest, if Juniper weren't making me stay in the world of the living, I would be free of the lingering memories of my parents, the fear of living, the even stronger fear of giving up.

Finally, giving up on the prospect of death, but feeling as though I was at the bottom of the ocean, I tried to swim up, into consciousness. But it was impossible; like I was held at the bottom of the ocean, by 2 large metal balls chained to my ankles, forbidding me to move.

Alone.

Just great.

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Gerard's POV:

She wouldn't wake up. 

We tried everything. We tried to summon her wolf by putting me near her; we gave her time. We moved her around, gave her medicine; hell, we even poured cold water on her, much to my displeasure.