I do not own anything related to the X-men if I did...nope still wouldn't change anything...I think, but I own my Oc
It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Weren't parents supposed to love their children unconditionally? Weren't they supposed to except them no matter what? So why couldn't mine? What made this any different?
It started when I turned seven, little things at first plants would gravitate towards me, reaching out like they were trying to touch the sun or drink in cool life giving water. Once I noticed it I started playing with them. Bending them to my will. Making them grow and flourish. But then that winter came the downside to my new 'gift'. I could grow and control plants from bare earth, but I was as reliant as they were on the heat of the sun. That winter I almost died from hypothermia, it hit me suddenly after only being outside for a few minutes. I was just so cold and so tired and next thing I knew I collapsed and woke up three days later in the hospital.
After that I knew I could never tell my parents. The news was going to town on mutants, blaming them for everything wrong in the world from petty theft to global warming. Bunch of bs but I never said anything.
As the years went by I studied my powers in secret, practicing, gaining control, and making sure no one would know about it. When I turned sixteen everything changed. My powers had been growing in leaps and bounds. I could control and grow larger and larger plants and trees. I could literally bring a forest to life and make it dance and defend me if needed, but they all gravitated to me no matter how hard I tried to dissuade them from doing it, it was becoming harder and three days before I turned seventeen I exploded right in front of my parents.
I tried to explain to them what I did, what I could do, but that I wouldn't hurt them, they were still my parents and I was still their daughter. But they only looked at me in terror, my own parents, the people who raised me, were afraid of me. My father was the first to recover and his face went from pale with fear to purple with rage and he screamed at me standing protectively in front of my mother.
"Get out! Get out of this house and don't come back you freak!" He shouted spit flying from his mouth
"But Dad. I'm your daughter." I tried to reason with him tears in my eyes
"I have no daughter." He sneered
I darted out the door small choked sobs leaving my lips as tears rolled down my face. My parents hated me for being who I was and I had no home and nowhere to go. I was alone and worst of all I would be dead once winter came and it was already mid fall. I was doomed. And I knew it.