Thanks BlackDiamondDrop for the review!!! Well, I said I would post more, so here is more. I think that Maddy will do something that will make her think, and then everything will be normal again. Or maybe not. By the way, I am the only one who can call her Maddy. Well, and the readers. But nobody in the story. So, lets get going!

Remember, I don't own the X-Men or anybody having to do with them. Or associated with Marvel and stuff like that. Maddy and her parents and stuff are mine, but Maddy is the main character, so she's mine! Whoo-hoo!

In my room, I sat breathing hard and crying. I need to stop this. I need to get myself together. I don't need any attention form anybody about anything. Okay deep breath…now out…count to ten then. "One…two…three…four…five…"

"Madison! Can I come in now?!" Jubilee called banging on the door. I growled with anger and rolled off of my bed. "Fine. Come in." The door flew open and Jubilee ran in to the table and grabbed a book. "You didn't read my diary did you!?" she spat. "Why would I read some stuck up bratty girl's diary?" I asked walking out of the room. "Cause you're a mean and grumpy bitch!" she screamed as I walked down the hall. "Ooh…" I said sarcastically.

"Madison, please report to the library as soon as possible," the professors voice said from-somewhere. I groaned and turned around to find the elevator. When I found it, I got in and it whooshed up to the library after I said 'Library.' I got out when it stopped and walked around a corner to the large library. Inside, the professor was sitting at a desk with a large chair facing him. I couldn't see who was in that chair because it was so tall, so I walked around to see. "Madison, good to see you. Come, have a seat." the professor said gesturing at me with his hand. I walked around and saw… "Dad!? Why the hell are you here?!" I cried as I saw who was in the chair. I backed up too. "Because I am."

I stood behind the professor, in defense sort of, until he asked me to sit. I sat. "Madison, your father came to see you. He has some things that you forgot, and a note that your family put together for you." What? I think the professor messed with his mind. I really did. My dad would rather kill himself than come and see me. Definitely messed with in the head. I sighed and took a bag that was on the table. There were some clothes that I must have left around, and a few books that I used to write in. "I'll leave you alone."

"No! Please, stay," I said jumping up. "Don't be silly dear, we need some alone time."

"I'll be in in a short time," the professor said leaving.

"So honey, how have you been?" my dad asked all innocent like. "What the hell are you doing here? Why are you being all nice?" He quit the bullshit quick. "Well, I did bring that shit for you, and your mother and I heard about the mutant arrests. Jail suits you. They should have kept you there."

"Thanks for caring so much."

"Don't get smart with me, you little freak. Now, what the hell is this place for?"

"So you don't have to look at me anymore. So that I can be out of that house. And safe."

"Safe? Excuse me? Oh, you mean the hits and shit? Well, all parents do that."

"Not for the reason you did. It was bullshit. And I like it here. So, leave."

"Excuse me? Leave? You tellin' me what to do?!" He roared. I ran for the door, I didn't want a fight here. He caught me though. I screamed, but he cut it short by cupping his hand over my mouth. I struggled to get free as he gripped me around the waist. He threw me to the floor and stepped over me. He set his foot on my chest and looked down at me with a grin on his face. "This is the only thing I will miss about you." He kicked me across the face. I yelped and crawled away. 'Port! Port Madison! Port damn it!!!' Those words raged in my mind, but I did nothing. He picked me up and held me against the wall. "If you say anything about this, I will kill you. Hear me?" I nodded as he walked away. Then he ran at me again and slapped me across the face. I screamed again, and again, he muffled it. I sobbed into his hand until he stepped away. He went to the table and grabbed the letter they had written me. He stuffed it in my pocket and smiled, then ran his hand along my face. I jumped and pulled away. "Bye baby doll."

I fell to the floor and cried uncontrollably as he left and the professor came in. "Madison, are you okay?!" he exclaimed coming to me. "I-I'm fine. Just miss them." And that baby doll thing got me. I think he understood my lie, but either way, I said good bye and ported out.

In my room, I ran to my bed and cried into my pillow. "Madison! What's your deal!?" Jubilee exclaimed as she saw me enter. I sobbed and screamed for her to leave me alone. She freaked and ran from the room. The door slammed. I let all of my emotions loose and cried. I was miserable. Totally and completely miserable. I was in hell. Why did he have to come here?! My life was hell enough without him. I was happy to not see them. I sat up and grabbed the letter stuffed in my pocket. I tore it open and wrenched the folded paper open. It was a hate letter. They said they were happy without me there. They have the perfect life now. Everything is great. They're not embarrassed anymore. They hope I die. They hope I can stay in jail. They don't give a shit anymore, and I'm lucky they even cared to write this letter. I'm the Institutes problem now, and if they had half a mind, they'd kill me and call it an accident. That was the letter they wasted their time on for me.

I raged around my room. I threw things around and hit the wall. I tore the curtains down and flipped my mattress. When I quit, I collapsed on the floor and cried even more. My knuckles were red and bleeding now, and the room was in shambles. Furiously, I reached under my bed. I pulled out a box of things I kept close. I pulled out a mirror first. I looked at the shoe mark on my left cheek, and the bruise over my right eye. Thanks dad. Then I pulled out my CD player with my Simple Plan CD in it. I put the headphones on and set it to number 12.

Hey dad, look at me, think back and talk to me,

did I grow up according to plan?

And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?

But it hurts when you disapprove all along.

And now I try hard to make it, I just wanna make you proud.

I'm never gonna be good enough for you, cant stand that I'm alright.

And you cant change me, cause we lost it all, nothing lasts forever I'm sorry I cant be perfect, now its just too late, and we cant go back,

I'm sorry I cant be perfect…

This was a song that made me think. It part of the way defined my life. I was sorry that I couldn't be perfect for my parents. I was sorry…

Sitting there crying, with Perfect on repeat play, I held a knife. I wanted to end it all now. Then the professor could tell my parents that I was dead, and they could have their party. I sat pondering whether to do it though. I wasn't sure. I ran my finger along the blade, and it instantly began to bleed. The best of the best. It would be almost quick. I'll do it.

I took the knife in my left hand, though I was right handed, and sliced my right wrist. I jumped at the pain and cried out. I dug it in deep so that it would bleed more. Then I shakily took the knife in my right hand, and as best as I could, sliced my left wrist. Again, I cried out in pain as I pushed the blade deeper into the veins and flesh. I felt it scrape the bone, so I stopped and dropped the knife. "I'm sorry…" I whispered.

Blood flowed, bubbling and gushing, from my wrists. I smiled. I saw an array of colors and watched them swirl brilliantly together. I lay down along my bed and let death take its course. I remember stealing this knife.

One day, when I was twelve, just before I got my power, I was shopping with my mother. I had on a pink and purple backpack from school. It matched my favorite pink flowered dress. I smiled and laughed as my mother and I talked girl talk in the beauty section of the store. She bought me some lip gloss and nail polish. I smiled at her and said that we could give each other makeovers when we got home. She agreed and bought some face masks too. These were the years I remember and love. We did our shopping and then my mother remembered that she had forgotten a bottle of car oil. I told her I would get it. I liked to run when I was a child. I did track and field for school even. I ran to the automotive and hardware area of the store. I walked along the aisles that the men treasure so much, until I saw something gleaming on the floor. I bent down and saw that it was a knife. I nearly went to return it, but I remembered that Fathers Day was soon. Here was a good gift for my father. Guys like sharp things and tools right? That's what I though as I stuffed it in my backpack. Then I grabbed the oil and ran back to my mom. She thanked me and let me pick out some candy. Later that night, we gave each other makeovers…

Aw…that last part is sad I think…well, she did it. Will she die? Hmm…I don't want to give anything away. Oh yeah, and that Simple Plan song is not mine either. It's Simple Plan's. Duh. Well that part that I put that she was sorry she couldn't be perfect, that's what I say. That's my life. A lot of my life goes into this character. Well, my parents aren't that bad. But I don't think this family or I am perfect. Oh well, that's off the subject. I hope you liked. I'll have another up soon. Promise. Ok, bye then!!!