I do not own any of the characters or setting used, (apart from the ones I made up).

The Bording House was a mental institution for mutants. Most of them went crazy when they found out they were mutants, not in Rose's case. She had been crazy since birth. Her powers didn't help, nor did her appearance. It had been 9 years since she was taken away, since she was put in a grey room with a bed,closet, desk and window. She got a pack of paper a week, (per her request), 2 pencils a week too, and she had managed to get a radio too, mainly because the staff were scared of what would happen if they said no. But Rose would have just accepted it. She loved to draw, it was the one way she could express how she was feeling, but most of her drawings were of empty rooms, lonely people with no faces or dying rose's.

"You got a visitor." Said a very nervous staff member.

"Hey sweetie." It was Kyle, he had become quite close to the girl, in fact if there was a problem he was the one they would call. They did try and call her mother, but they couldn't get hold of her. Kyle walked in and the door closed behind him, he eyed the drawings on the desk but said nothing.

"Star gazing huh?"

"They're perfect., aren't they?"

"Yeah pretty damn perfect." He had gotten used to her voice now. He actually found it quite enchanting. The pictures he was eyeing earlier floated over to him and landed in his lap.

"I saw you look at them. Shall I tell you what they are?" He could see what they were, but went along with it.

"OK."

"They're how I feel. I feel alone. I feel like I don't exist. I feel like I'm dying. I like it." She looked at him as she said that last sentence. Her crimson eyes were getting more mysterious, her blonde hair was now ending in the middle of her back. She was very slender, but not too much, she had slender legs and arms too. Rose was a 36B, (bra size), but only the lady who did the shopping new that, they somehow complimented her, her skin was like china, smooth and pale. They didn't let her out of her room much because someone once thought she was a ghost.

"Well, if that's what you like feeling then good. Listen, a man got in touch with me, goes by the name Charles Xavier. He wants to visit you, but he wants to know if you'd be interested in his offer." Rose turned her head back to the window. "He runs a school for mutants, and wonders if you'd be interested in going there." She said nothing. "Rose, Rose, you gonna' say somethin'?" Kyle knew he wouldn't get through to her , sometimes he forgot she was only 16. "OK, I'll tell him you say yes." He kissed her on the forehead. "Bye sweetie." He got up and walked out.

Rose turned her head to face the door. She got up and elegantly walked over to her bed. She couldn't be bothered to get changed, so instead just threw off her leather jacket, and chose to sleep in her vest top and black skinny jeans.