Why? It is one of those all encompassing questions that rarely gives the answer you were looking for. Why do you like that? Why do we have to be here? Why do I have to go to school?
I used to ask all those questions, I used to wonder about such trivial things.
When I turned sixteen I was thrilled! Driving! Freedom! High school half way over! I expected to have a great year, what I got though…
In August my father had a heart attack, life as I knew it changed. Mom was stressed and started really drinking, way more than she used to. Dad was in the hospital for such a long time, we didn't even know if he would ever be let out…
I guess it was stress, maybe fear, or I suppose a curse I was born with that had never affected me until then; regardless it happened about three weeks after Dad's heart attack.
School wasn't going well, I just could focus, I kept getting into trouble and my grades were falling. Mom and I went to visit Dad, she wasn't all that happy with me and we were arguing.
I felt it.
I doubt that makes sense to you…well unless you are like me…
It was like something that had always been just shy of perfect snapped into place, and suddenly this unimaginable pain shot through my body but was gone in a split second…
I didn't mean to do it…hell I didn't even know it was possible, I hadn't even been all that angry.
You see I am a mutant, and my power is electricity, at the time I was clueless. The first time my powers manifested I put the entire city block into a blackout…
I wish I could say that was the worst of it…
My mom suffered third degree electrical burns on the right side of her body…
I don't know how well she recovered. I don't know if my dad ever got out of the hospital.
I left.
Ran away.
It was safer for everyone if I wasn't there…
However I was also lucky.
Like so many before me, and after me. I found the Xavier Institute, Professor X gave me a home and a new family.
For that I will always be thankful!
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