Nightmare Chapter Ten: Native Daughter
Sarah had taken two classes that day. The first one was with Storm, a literature class. The second was a mathematics class with Ms. Grey. Both times she was pulled aside and asked how she was doing, if she is okay, et cetera. And she nodded and allowed a barley audible affirmative grunt pass her black lips.
She then finished and was sent to one of the girl's dormitories to store her possessions, which consisted of her school supplies, clothes, and a black towel that prevented her from staining the furniture. She kept her head down, still glancing around searching for one who resembles her. None of them went beyond features that could pass for colorful fashion statements. She began seeing the same ones over and over again, each time trying to assure her self that they were in the same boat as her.
She reached the door that had the same number as the one on the directions to her dormitory. "Hey, hi," was heard behind from her. Sarah paused but realized how foolish she was going to feel if she turned around. So she opened the door and moved to enter. The voice continued, "Hey Sarah, it's Sarah right?" Now she had to turn around. The voice belonged to a white boy with brown hair. He had a kind face, almost sickeningly so. He was with a girl who had a white stripe in her hair. Skunk, Sarah thought. They were both smiling. Being with happy people made Sarah suddenly self-conscious; She could specifically feel her glasses, tail, and missing fingers. She had to convince herself that her fingers were gone, but that only made the empty space where they were hurt. "I'm Bobby, but I'm also Iceman" he said to her, then held out his hand and created a little ice drop from nothing. Sarah looked at it like it was a grotesque dish that he wanted her to eat.
Is this how mutants introduce themselves, she thought. Hello I'm Sarah. I can send people to a hell inside their minds at my will, but that doesn't make me a bad person. He pulled back.
"This is my girlfriend Rouge." Sarah's black glare went from the boy to the girl. Silence followed. The boy searched for something comforting to say but all that came out was, "It doesn't bother us that you scared those people."
"Why should it," was Sarah's response.
"I don't know." Sarah then headed inside the room. The words, "You want to eat with us tomorrow?" followed her. She paid them little heed.
Inside she wondered, where does he get off. He looks entirely normal. His ability is both useful and constructive; the kind of mutant the liberals mean when they talk about understanding and diversity. He is kind because his reality allows him to be, while I am a monster only capable of pain. I was called dangerous until I was so alienated that I had become dangerous. I am a product of my environment. We all are. Nothing happens for a reason and no one has control over it, and because of this I will always be alone.
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