Sounds Like A Melody

Chapter 29

Sting's pov

"Morning Rogue!" I said, smiling at Rogue who was in the kitchen. I frowned when I saw the saddened look on his face.

"Rogue...? Are you okay?" I asked softly. Rogue looked at me, before looking away biting his lip softly.

"I've been having these dreams... well, more like nightmares." He said, his eyes distant. I stared at him in worry.

"From what I can tell.... they're memories...." He mumbled. My eyes widened and I walked over to him.

"Rogue..." I said as I placed my arm around him. He snuggled into my arm and buried his face into it.

"They've all been bad memories and.... it's been going on since I woke in the hospital." He said softly. I frowned and rubbed his shoulders reassuringly.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." I said. Rogue shook his head.

"No. I want to tell you this." He said firmly. I stared at him in concern, but said nothing.

"The first thing I remember is that my dad and mum didn't have a good relationship.... My dad drank a lot and never even tried to help my mum take care of me... They would argue almost everyday, and sometimes... my dad would hit my mum. This went on for as long as I could remember.... When I was eleven though... my mom came home and told me that she had lung cancer. Both me and my mum suspected it, because her hair had started to fall out." He said.

Note: I am SUPER sorry if I made a mistake with the cancer part, feel free to correct me if I did.

Rogue took a deep breath before continuing.

"When my mum told my dad, he didn't do anything. Instead, he kept going out for drinks and used our money for beer instead of her treatment. I managed to get a paper route, but it wasn't enough. It got so bad, that i had to resort to begging on the streets. I never told my dad about the money, nor did I tell my mom. I didn't want her to worry about me. A few months after my mom discovered that she had cancer, I met my only friend. I had been begging on the streets, when a girl came up to me and placed a one hundred dollar bill in the little cup I had."

"I was so grateful, but I was shocked when I recognized her. She had been going to my middle school, and after I told her why I was on the streets begging, she was determined to help me. I didn't tell her about my dad though, I just said he didn't have enough money, or a job. The girl was actually very rich, and she gave as much money to my mothers health bill as possible. They both developed a close relationship. But...." Rogue said, looking down.

I squeezed his arm in encouragement and he close his eyes.

"But it wasn't enough. A week after my 13th birthday, my mother passed away. Me and my friend were both devastated. My friend ended up having to pay for my mums funeral, because my father didn't want to spend the money. A year after that, both me and my friend were just starting to get over my mother's death, when she received news that her father was killed in a car accident. She was absolutely devastated. She didn't go to school for almost a month, and she developed bad depression."

My eyes widened. He must be talking about his friend who committed suicide.... I thought, remembering the song he sang for her at the battle of the bands.

"I tried my best to keep her on her feet. I tried so hard. I remember one day I discovered her with cuts on her arms. I ran over to her and hugged her tight. I didn't say anything, I just hugged her and tried to hold back my tears. After a few months, her mother decided to send her to a different school, that was filled with students who had mental disabilities or depression. It was supposed to help her recover, but it only made it worse. I tried to see her as much as possible, but it wasn't enough. A week before my 15th birthday, she.... she.... she hung herself."

Rogue could barely get the words out. He buried his head into my arms and cried softly. I stroked his hair and let him cry. My mind was spinning with all this new information. After a few minutes, Rogue calmed down. He wiped his eyes and I looked at him in concern.

"Do you wanna stop, or..." I started to ask. Rogue shook his head.

"N-No. I-I need t-to tell you t-this...." Rogue said, wiping away the last of his tears. He took another deep breath and composed himself.

"Her mum showed me her suicide note before the funeral. I remember both of us crying in each others arms. We were weeping for her, sobbing and grieving. I feel worse for her mom, she was the one who found her body. Her funeral was three weeks after my birthday. People at my school blamed me for her death and soon, I started to believe it. After a year, my father got fed up with me and sold me to a man named Shad. After my mothers death, my father had begun to talk his anger out on me. At first, I was happy because I thought I would finally get away from my father, but it turns out, that it was much worse."

"Shad would beat me on a daily basis. He made me into his personal slave and forced me to do everything. The only reason I even went to school, was so that it didn't look suspicious. F-Finally though... you and Gajeel came and saved me. I was so grateful, I didn't have any idea on how to thank you. You and Gajeel were my heroes. I was finally free. I thought everything would get better... but then... we had our fight...."

I looked down in shame. I was still deeply ashamed of myself for how I had treated Rogue that day.

"I was.... horrified." He said softly. "But, I was mostly angry at myself. I dropped out of collage, because I didn't think I deserved to be there. And I changed my name so that no one could find me. I ran away from my problems and my friends and didn't even try to find a solution. I... I'm nothing but a coward." Rogue said, his eyes filling with tears.

I suddenly pulled him into a hugged and hugged him as tight as I could.

"You're not a coward Rogue. You are the strongest, most bravest person I know. Your life, has been terrible for you, but no matter what you kept going. You're not a coward Rogue. You're a warrior."

-Holy shit! We finally have the whole story of Rogue's life! Yussss! It's about freaking time, am I right? Was this sad? Was it emotional? I honestly feel like I fail at writing this type of stuff, but oh well! Hope you enjoyed this, and i'll see you in the next chappie! :D