I dreamt that I was with my mother. I dreamt that we were laying in a field next to each other. The air was filled with her scent. Cherry Blossoms. She always smelled like cherry blossoms. It was one of my favorite things about her. I looked over at her and she stared at me. She wore a white dress as her hair blew over her face. Reaching over, she stroked my face and said, "I love you Hayden."

I went to reply, but she suddenly screamed out in pain as she was engulfed with flames and world under us crumbled. I reached out to her and screamed as she disappeared. My heart sunk as I hung from the edge of the hole and screamed for her. Why was this happening?! I pulled my hand back, tears streaming my face as I brought my and to my face and saw the same disfigured hand I had when I had dreamed about with the mom and daughter. Shaking my hand I fell back and held my head, screaming.

I sat up screaming and thrashed around when sudden hands grabbed my shoulders.

"Hayden! Hayden calm down! You're okay! You're safe!"

I quieted down and was finally able to comprehend my surroundings as I looked around. I was in a spacious room with beds next to the ones I was in. There were large doors with X's on them in front of me. I felt something in my wrist as I looked down and saw an IV in my arm, as well as nubbins in my nose. Feeling the hands on me, I looked to my right and saw a red-headed woman with a gentle smile on her face. "It's okay, Hayden… You're safe.."

I looked around once more and swallowed the dryness from my throat as I looked at her again, "Who are you? Where am I? And how do you know my name?"

The women released my arm and looked at a chair that was a few feet away from her. Squinting the chair moved toward her. My heart stopped at she did so. What the hell? What the hell was going on? H-how the hell did she do that? That's not human… Not human at all. She sat down in the chair as nothing had even happened.

"I'll explain that in a moment. But first I'll answer your questions. My name is Jean Grey. You're in New York at a Institute for the Gifted."

A school for the Gifted? What the hell? Was this lady on drugs or something?

The lady gave me a frown and said, "No...I'm not on drugs…"

I went red in the face as I raised an eyebrow, "Huh? But I didn't even…"

"Yes… but you were thinking it, weren't you?"

I raised a very confused eyebrow, "Um…"

Jean looked away and chuckled, "It's alright.. I've had worse things thought about me."

I gave her a nervous smile. How the hell was I supposed to react to this? Was I supposed to be like: 'Wooooow! That's sooooo amazing!' or like: 'Interesting...Tell me more…; ?!

But no.. Instead I was still confused. Partially because I was in a school for the "gifted". What the heck? I wasn't gifted...Was I? Wait… She could hear everything I was thinking, couldn't she?

Looking over at her she was too busy over looking a file of some sort. Looking back up at me she smiled, "So… How's your back feeling?" She asked writing some notes in her book.

"My back?" Oh yeah. The cuts. I'd totally forgotten about them. Speaking of which I put a hand to my chest and saw that it was bandaged. I was wearing a large hospital gown of some sort. I didn't feel any pain though. I didn't even have a skull splitting headache. Looking at her I shook my head and said, "No.. It's fine… I don't feel anything.."

Jean nodded and looked at me. "Good. Now why don't we find you some clothes and we'll go and meet the professor.."

"Professor?" I asked throwing my legs over the side of the bed as Jean walked over with a zip-up jacket and sweat pants.

Jean nodded, "Yes. The professor and founder of this Institute. He's been wanting to meet you since the incident."

I looked at her as I slipped the sweatpants on over the gown I was wearing and raised an eyebrow, "Incident?"

Jean looked at me and walked to me to help taking the nubbins out of my nose so I could put the sweatshirt on. "Yes.. The incident...Do you remember anything?"

"Well..I remember Alicia.. Bullyin- Oh my god.." I paused and looked at Jean. Grabbing her shoulders I stared at her, "Please… Please tell me no one is dead...Please…"

Jean looked shocked at me as she put her hands on my shoulders, "The girls are in the hospital… But they should be OK…"

I felt sick...I felt dizzy..My head was starting to hurt and my face got hot as I stumbled back pushing a monitor down with me. Jean gasped and ran to me, kneeling down she put a hand on my shoulder. Why? Why was I hurting people? Five people in the hospital because of me! Why?! Why me?!

I held my head and put it between my legs as Jean tried to soothe me, "Calm down… It's alright…"

I was so sick of hearing that. Looking at her I yelled, "Why the hell are you lying to me?! What did I do!? Why am I hurting people!?"

Jean went to say something when the doors to the room opened and three people entered. One of them entered rather quickly. He was tall and broad, with brown thick hair and some sunglasses that looked like they belonged in a Star Trek movie or some Sci-Fi movie. They were silve on the outside but had a red line going through them. I really couldn't tell how he was looking, but I could tell it wouldn't be a good look considering he automatically went to Jean and kneeled by her, making sure that she was okay. Jesus.. I just touch someone and it seemed like I burned a building down.

"Scott.. I'm fine… I promise.." She said smiling at him as she placed a hand on his. He looked at me once more before saying, "Sorry… But the Professor thought something was happening, he was worried."

Jean looked up instinctively at the other people that had entered the room with the man called, Scott.

I followed her gaze to the other people only to see a man in a large silver wheelchair with one again there were large X's on the side. What the heck was up with the X's? I was really confused, and everything that was happening around me, wasn't helping at all. The man who was in the wheelchair, looked to be in his sixties or seventies. He was bald with bright blue eyes an a smile that would make anyone smile along with him. But honestly, I really didn't feel like smiling. I felt like throwing everyone against a wall and demanding answers. But due to how "Scott" reacted with my encounter Jean- I figured that wasn't the smartest idea. Especially to an old guy in a wheelchair.

The bald guy pulled up to me in his wheelchair with that contagious smile and said, "Hello, Hayden. How're you feeling?"

Did everyone know my name in this damned nut house?! How was I feeling?! Uhh try confused as hell… ummm lost and did I mention totally crazy?! But I sufficed with a simple, "Fine… I suppose."

An unsure look came across the bald dudes face as he said, "I see… But judging by your thoughts.. That's not the truth." A snide like smile came across his face as I returned the look wit an unsure look. My thoughts? What? I think this geezer spent one to many years in the smoke house or something.

The bald man held his hand out to me, I looked at it hesitantly and looked back at him. A smile came across his lips as he said, "Come walk with me. I'll answer all your questions."