Jenny Anderson. It isn't my real name but it's something. It's better than a constant reminder of a stained past. Jenny Anderson provides a clean slate and only I get to choose what to write on the tablet.

At least that's what I thought until you walked up and starting writing with some big fucking chalk.

I can do things. Things I thought only happened in entertainment mediums. You know, like those cheesy Japanese anime shows where 'a seemingly normal girl' is 'thrown into a world she never dreamed of' blah blah blah. That kind of deal. Well for one, I wasn't normal. I'm not normal. In fact, is anything normal? What is normal? It's a bullshit term created by men long ago to set a standard on how they should act and feel. Anyone who was below the bar had the right to be eliminated. That's what I think anyway and,honestly, if you think about it, it's true.

You probably don't care about anything I just wrote. You're just waiting for me to explain these "things" as I called them. You should know what they are though, shouldn't you? You were not only there to witness my first incident with these things but you're a victim of them yourself. Sorry. Yes, this is quite impersonal. What else are you going to do in that hospital until the big dictator doctor let's you leave? And I know how you can barely stand to be off your computer for 15 minutes so think of this as a gift. When you first went out to look for me I was nothing more than a name and a mission. The day we met was my first real incident with...it. Hmm, maybe you were the catalyst that woke my dormant 'powers'? Hehe, kind of like the prince in the fairy tales that awakens the princess. You're a lousy prince, if that's the case, and you awoke a highly lethal princess. Good job!! I hope you lull that fact over while your presumably hot nurse spoon feeds you little green jello squares. I've never met an ugly nurse and I wouldn't blame you if you left me for some big tit hussy. Fuck, I'm sorry, Mohinder. All that's happened in the past few days, plus you being in the hospital, is just taking its toll on me. I'm afraid I'm reverting back to my crude NYC ways.

Ugh, pettiness aside, I think the very least I could do by sending this cold email is thank you. Trust me when you're discharged I'll be thanking you everyday in some way.Also, I feel I should provide you with an explanation about what led to what happened the other night. My past.Even if you don't bother reading this I might feel a little betterjust knowing that I got this out.

With the way the world is right now, this war between mutant rejects, I'm not sure if I'd have those moments to tell you how I got this way. I always thought that if wemade it far enough I would've told you my real name, at least, and the origins of Jenny Anderson. These things are just too heavy to be carrying around for so long. I feel the more I hide from you the more I put you in danger. Well, further danger. What's happened to you already eats away at me every hour. I wish I could just heal you up myself in that hospital room. It would be so much quicker but then that would undeniably expose us. Judging from earlier incidents I doubt the world could handle straight-out-of--the-fairy tales ice queen. Then again if you were there to guide me I could...would. It's hard to concentrate at the moment. There's so much I wanna say and I'm not sure how to tell you all, if not, all of it/ Where to begin? It's a delicate matter and needs to be treated with care. If I start at the wrong moment you may get the wrong impression and the story wouldn't be right,

Let's start with the most shocking. I'll explain the story beind those later on in this prequel.

But remember this please. What I told you before is true, when we laid down on the roof and you held me. I love you. I never thought I would ever say those words to any one individual but I do. The fact that I love you is the only reason why I would tell you any of this.

1. I killed 2 people before you met me.

2. I've been institutionalized, briefly.

3. Suicide has been on mind (and body) on more than one occasion.

4. The 3 events listed do tie in with each other.

Are you still reading? If you are, thank you. By the time you finished reading this you'll probably be too disgusted with me. Or maybe I'm just too melodramatic. Fuck, ignore that last sentence and read if you want, love.