One of the hardest things a family has to do is attend the funeral of one of their own. I know that my family was broken and my sister hurt the most. But they knew I was alive and safe in New York. It was just hard for them to pretend that a family member was dead. It was even harder for my fathers to lie to my sister about me.
I was born a mutant. I had the ability to control fire. I could make chains appear out of thin air. I had wings. I even had a piece of colored hair that changed with my mood. Out of our entire family, me and Daddy were the only ones who had powers. My sister, Katie, was completely human and thought that I was too. She used to know about my abilities when she was younger, but an accident made her forget.
It happened when Daddy was helping me control my powers. I was trying out my ability to make chains appear out of thin air. I learned that when I made them appear, I could manipulate them and make them move anyway I wanted. I accidentally made one go a little too fast and it hit Katie in the head, rendering her unconscious. I apologized over and over, saying that I didn't mean to hurt her. Daddy said it wasn't my fault as he picked up Katie while Papa called one of his friends. A couple of Papa's friends were mutants and one happened to be a doctor as well as a telepath. He healed Katie's wound and then used his powers to wipe her memory of anything that had to do with me having powers. I was saddened that Katie couldn't know about my powers anymore. Daddy said it was for the best and I knew he was right.
After Katie's accident, I never used my powers in front of her. I still had to continue with my training, but Daddy had to take me somewhere else to do so. It took a couple of months until I finally had control of my powers. I could decide when they showed. But even though I had control, my powers came out against my will once and made my life change.
I was walking through town one day when a group of boys cornered me in an alley. They were making faces and saying perverted things. I got scared and my powers took over. My body was quickly engulfed in flames and forced the boys back into the walls. I stared and then ran away with tears in my eyes. I heard the boys yelling threats and curses at me. I got even more afraid. I ran home, told Papa and Daddy what happened, and then locked myself in my room. After that, my life was hell. I had to stay around the house and avoid contact with people. Papa and Daddy had to cover all the windows and lock the doors. I wasn't allowed to use my powers at all. Eventually, people got angry that my fathers were hiding me and demanded that they hand me over to the authorities to be destroyed. Papa and Daddy couldn't do that. So they decided, for my safety, to make it look like I had died.
They decided to play on the thought that I had been dying from a rare, incurable illness and that my time ran out. Papa had friends in the force who knew about me and helped him with the whole thing. One of them was a mutant and had the ability of manipulation. He could make people see what he wanted them to see and think what he wanted them to think. So when people crowded around the house to see the ambulance wheel out my "body", the officer made them see it. Most of the townsfolk seemed pleased that I was "dead" and left with smiles on their faces. Others felt sorry for my fathers even though they were a little unsure about mutants.
I had to stay in the house when the ambulance came. My sister wasn't home then. She got sent to a neighbor's house earlier. I watched from my room and cried. I knew that it was for the best, but it meant that I had to leave my life behind and start a new one. Papa had made arrangements with his sister in New York for me to live with her from then on. I didn't want to go but I had to. It would keep me safe as well as my family. The only bad part was that I had to use a fake name if I wanted to send a letter to my fathers and they had to burn the letters after so Katie wouldn't read them. It was heart breaking, but it had to happen.