Disclaimer...I own nothing cept for Amber.
This was finished. But since I have reached over 50 hits and not one
person has told me a good OR a bad thing I am going to take this down
when I come back in a week. UNLESS I get at least 5 good comments. If
however no one tells me that they like it or tells me that they think
this is really bad, it will be gone.
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Hi...I don't know why I'm writing this. I used to know but now...well I do
know why. He suggested that I write this. He said it might make me feel
better. Hell nothing makes me feel better anymore. I hate being me...I hate
being this...I don't even know what to call me anymore. Hell I haven't even
told anyone who I am yet, guess I better.
Well my name is Amber...I'm a mutant but only..well I'm not really a
mutant. Not like the other ones, I'm "special." Yeah that's just what I
wanted to know. That I'm sooo special. I HATE being special. Do you know
how hard it is to hide the pain from your own Mother? I actually have found
a way to hide it so that I don't wake her up anymore at night. I feel like
such a wuss still running to sleep with my Mom. I mean I am 18 now...but it
just hurts sooo much.
I guess your probably wondering what I mean. Well when I was conceived Mom
wasn't supposed to have kids. So they X-rayed her again and again. Slowly I
got sooo much radiation all the doctors said I was going to be stupid and
malformed. It would be better just to abort me now. Mom fought...she kept
me. So I was born kinda different. It wasn't till later that I was found to
be really smart. The doctors wanted to keep me under servalence..I even
became someones science project. He won the nobel prize cuz of me. This Mom
or I got anything from that? Hell NO!
Sorry I should probably keep saying that word to a minimum. Anyhoo...When I
became 8 Mom got me away from the doctors..everything was going great until
I could lift the tractor up with my mind. Mom said it's cuz I'm so
smart...one of those doctors called me a mutant. I heard him through the
door...he said I should have been killed at birth...mind you this was the
same one who won the nobel prize. Course whats strange was that I'm not
really a mutant..well not like the ones who are born with this gene that
makes them mutants. It was all the radiation I had gotten when I was still
in Mom.
Some may be wondering why I cry at night? It's cuz I can see things others
cant. You should have seen me when Mom and I ran away to Germany. One day
on sightseeing we saw one of those concentration camps. I saw all those
people...no one else could. Remember that movie what was it...6th sense or
something like that? I can do what that kid did. Hell it's sooo scary
sometimes. This morning I woke up with an Ax swinging towards my head. When
the news came on it was spread everywhere that this guy about 100 miles
away got chopped up by his wife...he had shot her. They both died still
fighting each other.
Mom just came and handed me the phone...I got to talk to this guy Professor
Xavier. Well him and this guy Dr. McCoy. Well this Professor wants me to
come and see him at his place. He said he can try and help me take back my
life. I hope he can...Dr. McCoy just wants to check me over to make sure
I'm staying physically healthy. I don't know...I mean I know I'm going to
go. Mom is already ready to help me pack my bags...but Professor Xavier
wanted me to start this little diary. Tomorrow I go catch a plane and go to
this school...Mom is so proud. She said it is an honor for them to think of
helping me. I just hope they can.
This was finished. But since I have reached over 50 hits and not one
person has told me a good OR a bad thing I am going to take this down
when I come back in a week. UNLESS I get at least 5 good comments. If
however no one tells me that they like it or tells me that they think
this is really bad, it will be gone.
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Hi...I don't know why I'm writing this. I used to know but now...well I do
know why. He suggested that I write this. He said it might make me feel
better. Hell nothing makes me feel better anymore. I hate being me...I hate
being this...I don't even know what to call me anymore. Hell I haven't even
told anyone who I am yet, guess I better.
Well my name is Amber...I'm a mutant but only..well I'm not really a
mutant. Not like the other ones, I'm "special." Yeah that's just what I
wanted to know. That I'm sooo special. I HATE being special. Do you know
how hard it is to hide the pain from your own Mother? I actually have found
a way to hide it so that I don't wake her up anymore at night. I feel like
such a wuss still running to sleep with my Mom. I mean I am 18 now...but it
just hurts sooo much.
I guess your probably wondering what I mean. Well when I was conceived Mom
wasn't supposed to have kids. So they X-rayed her again and again. Slowly I
got sooo much radiation all the doctors said I was going to be stupid and
malformed. It would be better just to abort me now. Mom fought...she kept
me. So I was born kinda different. It wasn't till later that I was found to
be really smart. The doctors wanted to keep me under servalence..I even
became someones science project. He won the nobel prize cuz of me. This Mom
or I got anything from that? Hell NO!
Sorry I should probably keep saying that word to a minimum. Anyhoo...When I
became 8 Mom got me away from the doctors..everything was going great until
I could lift the tractor up with my mind. Mom said it's cuz I'm so
smart...one of those doctors called me a mutant. I heard him through the
door...he said I should have been killed at birth...mind you this was the
same one who won the nobel prize. Course whats strange was that I'm not
really a mutant..well not like the ones who are born with this gene that
makes them mutants. It was all the radiation I had gotten when I was still
in Mom.
Some may be wondering why I cry at night? It's cuz I can see things others
cant. You should have seen me when Mom and I ran away to Germany. One day
on sightseeing we saw one of those concentration camps. I saw all those
people...no one else could. Remember that movie what was it...6th sense or
something like that? I can do what that kid did. Hell it's sooo scary
sometimes. This morning I woke up with an Ax swinging towards my head. When
the news came on it was spread everywhere that this guy about 100 miles
away got chopped up by his wife...he had shot her. They both died still
fighting each other.
Mom just came and handed me the phone...I got to talk to this guy Professor
Xavier. Well him and this guy Dr. McCoy. Well this Professor wants me to
come and see him at his place. He said he can try and help me take back my
life. I hope he can...Dr. McCoy just wants to check me over to make sure
I'm staying physically healthy. I don't know...I mean I know I'm going to
go. Mom is already ready to help me pack my bags...but Professor Xavier
wanted me to start this little diary. Tomorrow I go catch a plane and go to
this school...Mom is so proud. She said it is an honor for them to think of
helping me. I just hope they can.