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I woke up in one of the sick beds over at the Institute. The first thing I felt was a dull throbbing. My hands were sore, as if I had burnt them. They were wrapped in soft white gauze. -How did that happen?- I couldn't remember what happened after the rocks fell. I guess I fainted from fright. I had never done that before. -I wondered why I'm still alive? The pile of rocks should have crushed my skull. Maybe someone was able to push me out of the way before they fell, - I thought. I glanced at the digital clock beside my bed. The neon numbers read 4:30 a.m. in the dark room. I saw Kitty sleeping in a chair beside my bed. I pushed the covers off and put bare feet on the cold marble floor. Chills ran through my body as I tiptoed down the hall. I was starving, and thought that maybe I'd sneak some food. There was no need to wake Kitty up for that. I walked past the rooms of the others and tried to walk quickly down the marble steps. –It sure is cold in here! – I walked to the kitchen, hardly making a sound.
I thought that I had gotten away with it when I saw two forms in the kitchen, talking in the soft light of the stars. I could tell that one of the figures was the Prof., but I wasn't sure who the other was. "Are you sure you're okay Rogue?" I heard him say. "I-I don't know professor. I touched her for a long time. I took a lot outta her." She said. –Out of who? – I thought. *How are you feeling tonight, Andrea? * I heard in my head. –Busted! - I thought. I saw that he was still talking to Rogue, so I asked him, -Do you want me to go back? – *No, I believe that you should hear this. But I don't think you should have to hide. Please come in here. * I walked in to the kitchen. Rogue looked a bit unnerved, but I saw her expression change quickly. Professor Xavier must have warned her. He motioned me to sit down, and I pulled up a chair. "Ah don't understand. What happened to you?" Rogue asked me. I was shocked by this question. "What do you mean? I don't understand." I replied. Professor Xavier smiled. "She is referring to your past. When you destroyed the rocks-" "Wait, wait. What do you mean 'destroyed the rocks'? I can't destroy rocks." I said incredulously. "I can only heal!" She shook her head. "Don't you remember the rock pile? You couldn't have forgotten the laser things that you used to destroy the rocks," she said. I looked at her blankly. She turned to the professor for help. "Do you not remember anythang that happened up there?" she asked tiredly. "Of course. I saved Scott from being crushed, but couldn't move fast enough to get away from them myself. I tried to move, but I was paralyzed with fear."
She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue. "That's all I remember." I said. She sighed and rubbed her temples. "Ah have a big headache now." She said. I grinned at her and looked at my hands. "So I can shoot things from my hands now. Why did they show up now?" I murmured. "I'm not sure. Emotional distress most likely." The professor said. Rogue turned her attention back to me. "When you blacked out from using them, the aftershock of it blasted everyone off of their feet. Ah fell on you, and touched you. It took a minute before I could get back on my feet. Ah saw your memories. Ah saw what you had to go through at the center." I smiled at her. "Wasn't the best place ever, huh?" I said. "Andrea, I also saw what happened to your parents. I…I saw your life before it." She said slowly. I turned my full attention to her. "What happened? What were my parents like" I asked eagerly. She turned to the professor, who shook his head. "Ah don't think you should find it out from me." She said. I glared at her. "Well who am I going to learn it from?! You don't understand! I have a wall blocking me from reaching my past memories! Please, I need to know!" I was shouting the last sentence. The professor looked at me sadly and said, "These memories are ones that I don't think you could handle right now." I started to argue, but he held up a hand to stop me. "End of discussion." He said. "You have been severely tired out from using so much strength. Go to bed now." I walked up the stairs to my room, sulking. – He doesn't understand what it's like to have a wall there. He doesn't know what it's like not to have a past. - I fell asleep thinking these angry thoughts.
I know it's boring, but I have major writers block. Please give any ideas in reviews!