The first thing I saw was an old Victorian style manor. The second thing I saw was a group of adults rushing towards me. I was clutching a young oak and trying to keep my eyes open. As soon as a man with red on black eyes and longish brown hair reached me, I collapsed.

3 DAYS LATER

I knew I wasn't dead but I wished I was. I hurt all over, my head was pounding, my eyes wouldn't open and I heard people talking near by.

"Professah, will she live?" a girl asked from my left near my feet.

"Yes Rogue, in fact, I do believe our guest is awake right now." A man on my right near my head said.

I opened my eyes bit quickly closed them right away as a low moan escaped my lips. I squinted my eyes and saw the man near me.

"Rogue, go get Jean." The person at my feet turned away and left. "Now, child, what is your name?"

When I went to answer, an icy shudder ripped through my spine. I knew what was happening and tried to brace myself for the pain but this time was worse than ever before.

I was having something akin to a seizure but was different. It was different because instead of not having enough oxygen going to my brain, I didn't have enough insulin in my blood stream. You see, I'm a type 1 diabetic and I hadn't had my shot in 2 days now. Well, I think it was 2 days ago.

As I was thrashing around on the bed, about 5 people rushed over.

"Scott, Hank, hold her down! Rogue, hold her head here." The one I'm guessing was Jean ordered.

I heard a clank of glass on glass. Two seconds later I felt a familiar prick of a needle in the right side of my neck. Whatever I was given had calmed me down and put me in a trance like state.

Although I couldn't move, I was hyper aware of my surroundings. A few more people walked in and I recognized the man I saw earlier. For some reason he seemed familiar.

"You find an'thin' interesting, Logan?" Jean asked.

"Yeah. Everybody she was camping with is dead. I don't know how she survived. I brought back what I think is her stuff." Logan handed over what was once my snow-white school back pack.

Jean and another man, I think it's Scott, went through it. They pulled out everything; my change of clothes, my knives, my lock picks, my money and my diabetics case.

"Jean, what's this?" Scott handed over my case (which he opened to examine).

"A diabetes meter. There's a name on the back, hold on. Ah, it says Alexa Maxine. Think that's her?" Jean pointed at me and Rogue came up to my left side.

She pulled off my silver bracelet and looked underneath. "Yep, says right here, 'Alexa Maxine'. She passed around my bracelet and I was getting mad.

I've had that bracelet for as long as I could remember. Me receiving it is actually one of my earliest memories. A boy named Remy gave that to me when I was-

"I know her." The man I remember muttered.

"What was that Remy?" Jean asked.

"I remember giving this same bracelet to her when she was 2. I know her!" so that's why he's so familiar. He's the Remy I knew from so long ago!

I started to feel the meds wear off so I twitched my fingers and Logan and Remy whipped around at the sound of the sheets rustling. Everyone else turned and watched as I, ever so slowly, opened my wolf grey eyes wide enough so they knew I was awake.

"Remy?" I croaked.

He came over and held my hand. "Do ya rememba' wha' happened?"

"I-yeah. Bella-Donna." I could feel my energy draining from me.

My eyes got real heavy and sleep washed over me in waves. A slight pinch in my right arm helped me shake off the sleep and I was able to focus more clearly.

"Will you show us Ali?" Remy asked.

I nodded my head and started to recall my memory of the attack.