Disclaimer: I do not own any characters other than Ripley. Marvel/Disney owns all of the other characters.
This story is dedicated to my dear friends who go through the battle with bullies and their mirrors every day. I love you guys.
I feel almost normal. Almost accepted. It is a feeling I have wanted for so long. I tell myself as I inspect my self inflected wounds. They are healing nicely. A lot better than I would have expected since they are considerably deeper than the other ones. I feel them every time I put on my pants or move. I have hope for a better tomorrow because today isn't so bad.
It had been nearly three weeks since I was invited to join Charles Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. I have never felt gifted. I have always felt cursed since I first realized my abilities. It started when I was twelve. I constantly got in trouble for cheating in class. It had gotten to a pint where I couldn't tell if the voice I was hearing in my head was my own or someone else's. After the voices came the mood swings. I couldn't even be in the same room as someone who was crying, angry or overly happy.
My father took me to get 'help' and I was diagnosed as being schizophrenic. The medication they gave me didn't help the voices, or the mood swings. It often left me feeling disoriented, and out of control. These problems were just another thing my father blamed my mother for.
I have since then learned how to block out the unspoken thoughts. In my father's eyes I know I will always be broken. I will always be my mother's son.
Here I don't have to worry about be classified as an outcast or anything else. We are all the same. We are gifted. We are a family.
I am sorry it is so short. More to come, as I am inspired to continue his story.