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I smiled as I rolled over before my face fell completely.

And I thought I hurt last night.

I tried not to move, even a finger. I didn't even want to breathe, because every time I did I felt a pain like hot coals burning my sides. I think Jean was wrong. I think that I may have done one or two things to my ribs, just maybe. I moaned as I attempted to roll over, emphasis on the attempted.

I heard movement and next thing I knew Jeans head popped into my vision. She looked down at me with a worried expression etched onto her beautiful face.

"Hey Ivy, how are you feeling?" she asked before reaching down for my hand.

I weakly put my hand in hers, "I'm sore," I gasped out as she pulled me up gently.

She grimaced when she caught sight of the raw pain in my eyes, "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

I managed to give her a glare through the haze of pain, "what for Ms. Grey?" I said warningly.

She gave me a look before shrugging, "You're in pain, that's what I'm sorry for," she said unflinchingly.

I chuckled before groaning slightly, smiling at her expression of fear. She looked exactly like a deer in the headlights. I laughed, clutching my ribs tightly. Jean sent me another worried look as I flung my legs over the side of the bed with a pained expression. I rolled my eyes as she nervously bit her lip.

"Do—Do you want a shower?" she asked me slowly.

I thought it over, worrying my lip with my teeth, "I suppose," I started, "but on one condition," I said sternly.

Jean nodded, wringing her hands together, "yes?"

"I have a shower by myself, and please no more bandages!" I practically begged.

She gave me a serious look before sighing, "I'm going to stay in here while you shower, and then when you're finished I'll look at your wounds and I'll decide about that second one okay?" she said, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

I smiled and dashed for the bathroom, (okay, okay I hobbled!). Logan flashed across my mind but I pushed him back and started the hot shower. I stripped slowly and watched the steam fog up the large vanity mirror. I sighed before staring down at my bandage covered body, that's going to take a while to get off.

I shook my head, ignoring the searing pain before tearing at the material wrapped around my body tightly. I felt the steam encompass me and I sighed as water trickled down my body in small rivulets. Finished with my bandages I pulled back the shower curtain before slipping in thankfully. I let out a small yelp as I washed my hair before letting my eyes widen as I saw dried blood go down the drain.

Wincing I finished my hair before staring at my body wash with a wary glare. Now this would hurt. A lot. I sighed nervously before reaching for a loofa and coating it in vanilla smelling body wash. I gently rubbed it across my stomach, only grimacing slightly as it trailed over a few bruises. I brought it up, hitting a very tender spot. I let out a yell and doubled over in pain before almost screaming when my bending ripped open the cuts on my back.

"Ivy?" I heard as Jean banged on the door, "Ivy, are you alright?"

I didn't answer as I watched blood pour down my legs and down the drain. I felt tears well up from the intense pain.

"Ivy, please answer me," Jean begged me.

I let out a strangled sob, not having the ability to form words. I heard Jean sigh worriedly before no doubtingly running her hands through her red hair.

"Are you going to open the door?" she asked me.

"I-I'm fine J-Jean, Don't worry," I stammered out while clutching my stomach.

I heard a deep sigh before the door groaned slightly as if someone was leaning against it. I ignored her and struggled to straighten; trying to relieve the pain in my back, but when I straightened it hurt my stomach. My day just keeps getting better and better. I bit my lip to keep from yelling out. I knew those infernal bandages would be replaced.

I turned the water to cold and ignored the bone chilling cold that spread across my body. I turned and allowed the water to stream down my back. I felt the pain subside a little as the cold water numbed it. I allowed one content sigh to escape my lips before I firmly shut them again. I slowly stood up as straight as I could before turning off the shower and stepping out.

I dabbed myself dry, not wanting to irritate my wounds', wiped the condensation away from the mirror before feeling my eyes widen and a gasp fly from my lips. My face was a quilt work of bruises, ranging from sickly yellows to deep purples, I saw that the bruises spread down my neck and covered the majority of my body. Taking a deep breath I turned around and glanced at my back, wincing as I saw the deep, angry red gashes that were spread wildly on my back.

I looked to the door, "J-Jean?"

I heard the door shake suddenly, "Ivy? Are you alright, what do you need?" she asked in a rush.

"Please no bandages," I whispered before wrapping a towel protectively around my body and opening the door.

Jeans eyes widened, "I couldn't see how bad it was, under the blood and dirt..." she trailed off before shifting her gaze uncomfortably.

I walked past her, limping over to my cabinet. I heard her gasp loudly when she caught sight of my back. I ignored her and pulled out undergarments and a light teal coloured summer dress. It wasn't the best weather for the dress but it was a light material that wouldn't put any unnecessary pressure on my wounds. It may have been killer short, but I had black shorts that could go under it.

I slipped on my undergarments before putting on a pair of biking shorts and pulling the dress over my body. It fit snugly but felt light and only put slight pressure that didn't hurt on my battered body. I turned back to see Jean looking out the window with a vacant look in her eyes. I rubbed the excess water out of my hair before tossing the towel in my washing basket. I slipped on a pair of flats before walking over to Jean.

"Coming?" I asked her.

She shook her head, "Yeah I guess. I missed one of my classes," she said.

I felt instantly guilty, "You didn't need to stay," I told her.

She shook her head again, "yes I did just in case,"

I stared at her, "you should have woke me up earlier," I scolded.

She turned her unfocused gaze to me, "you have dark circles under your eyes, I couldn't have woken you up earlier," she said calmly.

I lowered my gaze, fingering my puffy eyes regretfully, "breakfast?" I asked.

She looked at me with shock, "you're hungry?"

I shook my head, "no, but I got to make an effort right," I joked lamely.

She gave me a look and I shrugged before walking—slowly—out the door. Jean kept my pace the entire way to the kitchen, and I was thankful. Of course I was cursing my body at the same time. After walking the whole way to the kitchen, the pain became worse and I had more trouble covering up my limp. Jean kept sending me worried looks from the corner of her eye but I ignored her. A long and painful walk later we entered the kitchen.

It had a few students and Piotr seated either eating all talking. I looked over at what some people were eating and fought to keep the bile down. Yeah, I am not hungry. I smiled softly at Piotr who had his head in a book before hobbling over. Wincing I lowered myself into the chair beside him, smiling as he didn't notice.

"What you reading?" I asked innocently.

His head shot up and he smiled before his face fell completely. He looked at my face in shock, his mouth hanging open. I rolled my eyes.

"Close your mouth Piotr, before you start catching flies," I said sarcastically.

He jaw snapped shut, "Ivy, I-uh morning," he stammered.

I smiled at him before repeating my question, "What you reading?" I said slowly.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "I-um The Hunger Games," he answered.

I chuckled, "You do know that the movies out right?"I said, fidgeting slightly.

He watched my movements with keen eyes "Are you comfortable?"

I gave him a look, "Yes, of course I am," I said flatly.

He and Jean gave me matching looks. I gave them a glare before struggling to stand.

"Good day," I said irritably before storming off. Well storming off in a limping fashion.

Since when did I need god damn babysitters? I muttered under my breath as I hobbled like a turtle down the halls. I passed the back door and looked out, seeing a small wooded area that have a path heading in. I grumbled, opening the back door and stalking out. It took me longer than I care to admit to actually get to the wooden path and by the time I reached it I was running out of breath. I leaned against the tree, taking deep breaths and closing my eyes against the pain.

I wobbled on my feet before focusing on placing one foot in front of the other. I walked along the path for ages, but I didn't want to stop. It looked incredible and took my breath away—but in a good way. I smiled as I walked along the path, listening to the birds and natural sounds. I reached what looked like a small creek with a seat placed under a tree, I stared at the seat before shrugging and sitting down. I sighed as the pressure was taken off my legs but groaned when the pressure was applied on my back and chest.

I watched the water flowing, trying to ignore the pain that throbbed through my body. I felt calm, calmer than I had for ages. I felt my eyes slowly shut before I plunged into a nightmare.

"Hey Jean," Scott said as he entered the kitchen, followed by a happy Storm and a disgruntled Logan.

Jean smiled and reached over to hug her partner, sighing as the familiar warmth fell over her. She smiled softly at Storm and Logan before sitting back down next to Piotr.

"Where's Ivy?" Storm asked as she opened the fridge.

Jean sighed heavily causing all eyes to go to her, "I honestly don't know,"

Logan's eyes widened and he stepped forward, "What?" he asked sharply.

Scott glared at Logan, placing a hand on Jeans shoulder protectively. Jean just shook her head, "She left before, we must have gotten on her nerves," she said shyly.

Everyone nodded, understanding Ivy's frustration. Piotr suddenly cleared his throat awkwardly.

"She looked real bad," he whispered.

Storm frowned, "what do you mean, we saw her yesterday."

Jean swallowed, "Yesterday not all of her bruising had developed and some cuts hadn't really shown themselves," she said sheepishly.

Kitty smiled as she entered the room, "hey, the guys and I were wondering if you want to play a lunch time game of football," she said with a smile.

Storm always happy to play a game nodded quickly, skipping out the door. Jean followed after her with a sigh, causing Scott to trail after her like a lost puppy. As the room emptied Piotr and Logan shared a shrug before following them out the door.

They played in the back yard for the entire lunch period. When the bell went the last few seconds were accompanied by a shrill scream. Jean stopped and closed her eyes for a few seconds before they flew open and she turned back to the group.

"We have to find who-ever that was," she said urgently before spinning trying to remember where the scream had come from.

Scott grabbed her by the shoulders, "Why?" he asked sceptically.

"I saw their mind, but only for a few seconds," she choked on a sob, "god it was horrible,"

They group shared a look before splitting up and searching for the poor soul.

I walked through the charred remains of my previous home. The one I had lived in with Mama and Papa.

I swallowed as I looked around before tripping over something that lay on the floor. I turned back to see the burnt remains of my childhood dog lying just beneath my feet. I turned as I felt tears sting my eyes before struggling to my feet and running from the room.

I wiped my eyes furiously as I walked down the halls before turning into my mother's study. I cautiously walked through the room, staring in disbelief at the unfinished dress that sat on a mannequin.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I let out a small whimper as I turned to find the source. My eyes widened and I felt bile rise in the back of my throat. I turned my head and puked the remains of my stomach onto my mother's plush carpet.

I turned back to stare at the half-changed body of my mother and the bullet ridden body of my father.

I woke up screaming. I took a shuddering breath in before letting out a strangled yell as my body protested against my movement. I felt warm blood gushing down my back and felt raw flesh rub against the material of my dress. Damn I actually like this dress. Ignoring the pain I thought back to the dream.

I felt bile rise again and leaned over to vomit into a nearby bush.

I hadn't had a nightmare like that in over 2 years. I sighed and placed my head in my hands allowing some tears to fall, but whether they were from pain or sadness, I didn't know. I took a few deep breaths before closing my eyes once again.

My head snapped up when I heard someone running through the bush like a rhino.

"Hello, anyone there? Hello!" I heard a familiar voice yell.

"John?" I said shakily and hopefully loudly.

I saw his blonde head come sprinting around the corner before settling on his face. His eyes were wide and filled with panic. He looked around before his gaze fell on me... and then on my blood soaked back.

"Oh my God, Ivy what happened?" he yelled as he jogged over.

I shook my head as he sat down next to me, "Bad dream," I said with a sad smile.

He nodded slowly before looking at my back and pulling a face, "But what happened..." he trailed off gesturing limply at my back.

My smile became one of light amusement, "I shot up when I woke, it ripped my back open," I explained gently, trying to calm him down.

He nodded to himself before gesturing for me to stand up. I smiled weakly and stood, slightly hunched over from the pain. He smiled softly at me before taking my arm and walking me slowly out. I smiled as he talked on and on about random things. Just making conversation. He was a nice boy I had to say, he had funk and an amazing personality.

We exited the forest and I saw Scott running around like a headless chicken. I gave John an amused expression as we watched him bark something at John and they proceeded to run in opposite directions.

"Should I let them know you're alright?" John said barely holding back his laughter.

I shook my head wildly, "No, this is worth it, let's just calmly walk inside and see how long it takes them," I suggested.

John and I let out our laughter when we entered the house.

I shifted and felt the dried blood on my back crack. I smiled nervously when I remembered the wounds; they had slipped my mind a bit.

I leaned back against the couch as John and I watched Aliens VS Predator. Boys and their gory, blood filled movies, I thought as I rolled my eyes. John made a noise when a person on screen had their head ripped off; I winced slightly and averted my eyes. I rather not watch this but no one had noticed that I was here and so was John.

The credits rolled on screen and I was shocked to feel my stomach rumble.

"Hey John, are you hungry?" I asked him as he put in another movie... Die Hard 4.0

He shrugged, "yeah actually, just watch this and I'll go make us something."

I tried to protest but he was already gone and the movie was playing. I shrugged; I could live with this movie. But only because Timothy Olyphant is really attractive. I giggled to myself, watching Bruce Willis on the screen, he's cute too. My attention was pulled from the television screen when I heard shouting echo down the halls.

I sat up a little in my seat, ignoring the sharp ache that shot through my back. I saw everyone come flooding in, all wearing expressions of anger and frustration. I shrunk back a little bit when their glares all turned to me.

"YOU!" Jean shrieked.

"Hey," I said lamely, waving at her.

She stalked over to me, picking up a pillow, "And. Where. Have. You. Been," she yelled, and with every word delivering a blow with the pillow.

I yelped as she hit my bruises but she continued to attack me, "Jean, stop. Woman stop hitting me," I yelled at her.

She stopped and took a few deep breaths, "What's wrong with you? We know that you need space, but what makes you think that you can just run off like that," she said, anger lacing her voice.

I stared at her in shock, "I did not run off. I went for a walk and ended up falling asleep, how is that my fault?" I protested.

She carried on yelling, either not hearing my protests or ignoring them, "So you think that we're not family and we can be ignored when the time is right. So when we're worrying and almost in tears, you think that you'll just sit down with a sandwich and watch a few flicks? Guess what Ivy; the world doesn't revolve around you! While you were having a little nap, we were trying to work out what Olivier could possibly want with you! News flash Ms. Ryder what you have done is affecting us!" she screamed.

A silence fell over the room and I knew the hurt of her words would show in my eyes. I saw her eyes widening as she realised what she had said but they were still lit with anger. I stared at her for a second before walking to the door. I heard Kitty gasp and say something about my blood soaked dress and back but I ignored her. I was almost at the door before Jean spoke again.

"And there you go again. Running away and letting someone else deal with your problems," she said loudly.

I turned around slowly before speaking to her in a low, cold tone, "Well Ms. Grey I suppose since you're such a genius you would know wouldn't you. You would know that I have had nightmares that have haunted me for years. At the age of ten I watched mother die in my father's arms, I have been afraid of my powers ever since. Then at the age of 18 I was kidnapped by a pro-mutant group who kept me as a prisoner for just over a year. They did tests to me, injected me with god knows what, killed innocent people either trying to make me better or injecting my blood into them. I was rescued by my father who died getting me out. I have a lot of blood on my hands. I am a murderer, Ms. Grey." The entire time I had spoken in a low tone, no emotion in my voice, eyes or face.

I walked to the door before turning back, "I have never ran Ms. Grey, I don't intend to start now." I said before nodding to them,

I turned on my heel and walked slowly down the now less-friendly halls of my hollow home.

I am so sorry about the sloppiness of this chapter but I have suffered from massive headaches lately and I find it hard to focus on the screen. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. I didn't really like the beginning but I think it got better. Thanks for reading, you know I love you.

-Taila