Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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CHAPTER ONE : A loss and A beginning
Riiiiiiiiiiing….Riiiiiiiiiiiiing…….
What the fuck? I thought. It was 2 am. Who in the world would be awake at this time?
Let alone be calling me.
I sleepily got out of bed, tripping on a pile of clothes on my bedroom floor as I did and made my way to the phone.
"Hello?" I asked groggily.
"Ansley Benton?" a woman asked
"Uhhh..yes?...who is this?"
"This is Catleen Forrester, The coroner of the Rolling Hills morgue .uhmm…miss Benton we have a body here…and I am hoping you could identify it for us." Her voice sounded shaky
"….." I couldn't say anything….i was at a loss of words. Paralyzed by shock.
"Miss Benton?" the lady asked, checking if I was still there.
"yes. I'll be there right away." I replied
"Alright. I'll be waiting"
I quickly changed into a pair of jeans and threw on a black tank top.
The drive to the morgue felt like a long one, even if in actuality it was only 15 minutes.
When I got there a woman who looked to be in her late forties wearing a lab coat greeted me.
"Miss Benton?"
"Yes"
"I'm Catleen Forrester, I'll take you to the body now"
she led me to a room.
In the middle of a room was a table. A body being covered by a blue tarp.
I walked hesitantly towards the body.
Catleen began to speak
"the police found this woman in her car several miles of the highway. It appears that she overdosed on sleeping pills."
Catleen lifted up the end of the tarp which covered the body's face.
It was her. It was my mother. Dead.
"Do you recognize her?" Catleen asked
I nodded. "She's my mother"
I felt a sudden rush of pain and sadness. But I couldn't cry. I was just numb.
Catleen led me to a couch in the lobby.
"Sit here, while I get some papers for you to fill up" She said
As I sat there staring at a white wall I realized that I wasn't so surprised my mother was dead.
My mother was diagnosed 6 years ago with severe depression and acute Schitzophrenia.
She went to a therapist for a while, but eventually was sent to an asylum as her case got more and more severe.
The last time I saw her was two weeks ago, when I came to visit her.
When I visited her she acted as if she didn't know who I was.
It was last week when I got a call from the asylum telling me she had escaped, and to contact them if I had heard from her.
I didn't.
I had been living by myself since my mother was sent to the asylum.
I lived in our big 5 bedroom house all by myself.
One thing I never really had to worry about was money.
My mother had come from a very prominent family, and when her parents died she was left with everything.
She never worked a day in her life. And neither had I.
My Father on the other hand, I knew nothing about. Nothing.
My last name, Benton, was my mother's last name..not his.
All I new was that he left before I was born.
And with no father and a psychotic mother, It wasn't easy discovering or handling what I was.
You see…I was born with two unusual talents.
I could become invisible and I could make people see what I wanted them to for 2 minuets.
At first I was scared of it. I hated it. I was so confused.
But eventually I learned to manage it on my own, I've learned to embrace it.
And I know it makes me special. It makes me better then average people.
My powers have saved my life on numerous occasions.
I kept my "talents" a secret my whole life in fear that I would be sent away like my mother, by people who didn't understand it.
After I signed some papers Catleen had given me I drove home.
Back to that big empty house, where I would continue to be alone.
----------------- THE NEXT MORNING-----------------------
Buzzzzzzzzz……..
My alarm woke me….7 am...... time to go to school….
I figured that after last night..or shall I say morning.. I had the right to skip school today.
I went back to sleep and intended to sleep the whole day.
I finally woke up at around 3 in the afternoon.
I got out of the bed in the master bedroom, originally my mother's, but since she got sent away, I took it.
I stumbled through the messy floor towards my desk. I sat down and stared at it.
An array of unorganized papers, a few concert ticket stubs, my fake id..(which I didn't really need, since I would just use my power to make people see what I wanted them to)
Also on my desk was a picture, a picture I had found when I rummaged through my mother's belongings.
It was a picture of my mother and a man, my father.
I knew it was him, our resemblance was incredible.
The only physical trait I got from my mother was her light ash brown hair and petite frame. Standing at 5 feet 3 inches.
The rest was all him, my grey eyes, my slightly pouty lips…
The resemblance was undeniable.
I put the photo, which I had been holding into the desk drawer and headed downstairs.
I Went down to the kitchen and heated some left over Chinese I had from two days ago.
After I heated it, I realized I really wasn't all that hungry..
It was then when I noticed through the kitchen window, a read headed woman and a man wearing shades, even if it was pretty foggy out walking towards my front porch.
The doorbell then rang. I opened the door.
"Hello?" I asked wearily.
"Hi, my name is Jean and this is Scott" The red headed woman said.
"Okay….Jean and Scott…what the fuck do you want? If your trying to sell me something right now isn't the best time" I said. not really in a talking mood.
"Ansley….we know what happened…and we know what you are. We can help you." She said
What the hell? Are these people doctors?
"No, we are not doctors" She said, answering the question which I had been thinking
"What the hell?! Did you just read my mind?" I asked
"Yes, that and lifting and moving objects with my mind is my power, Scott's is he can shoot lazer beams from his eyes…now can we come in?"
I hesitantly opened the door wider, letting them in.
"So what is your power?" She asked
"read my mind" I replied nastily. Still confused about these people
Scott interjected "Ansley we are here to HELP you, to help you control your power, to manage it…you are not alone, there are many people just like you and me. We are called mutants. We are here to invite you to The Charles Xavier School for the gifted. It is a boarding school."
"And by gifted..you mean?"
Jean replied "Mutants. At this school, you will live amongst kids like you, and you will learn from other mutants"
I didn't know what to think….The thought of other people like me, it made me realize that maybe I wasn't as alone as I thought.
"When do I go?" I asked
"Here is the address, you can come tomorrow, bring your clothing and some belongings" Jean Said, handing me a card.
Then they left, leaving me wondering, would I be making the right decision in going to this school?
Well, I would find out soon enough….