Disclaimer: I know boring, but, Nightshade mine; X-men not mine, and it stinks!
June 15th
Dear Diary,
Hello, again. Here I am to tell you more about my life. I left you off with the first traumatic experience of my young life. Unfortunately it was to be followed by one even worse. It happened seven years later. Good thing to. I'm not sure if my three year old self could have handled it. That day had started like any other. I had walked to the convience store, my normal exercise. Of course, I was all covered up with my powers and all. When I got there I went in to buy a bottle of water. Old Tom was a good guy who knew my family and didn't fear us. That was unusual but so helpful. He managed to keep everyone docile when we were in public with him. I don't know why, but looking at him I suddenly had an overwhelming pain of guilt. I silently paid for the water and headed out. Little did I know it would be for the last time. I heard the engine gunning towards me along the road. The stupid jerks had done this to me before and I had learned to ignore it. Sure a couple of times I had deflated their tires. But they never knew it had been me. Still I'll never get over that look on their faces as they past me. Those grins of pure malice will stay with me for the rest of my life. I'm not sure what it was, the guns or the smiles, but something told me to dodge into the trees. It was a good thing I did because a second later, bullets came flying in splattering wood. I ran as fast as I could through those trees, not once looking back. Come to think of it that was the fastest I ever reached home before. But I was to late. I won't go into details, it's too painful. Suffice it to say that when the fire trucks and cops came there wasn't much to pick up. They all just looked at me and bowed there heads. I spent the next year or two skipping between foster homes; most people don't want a mutant child. The next few years were spent just wandering wherever I could. Then came Xavier's. And I think I'll stop here for tonight.
June 16th
Dear Diary,
We've almost reached the present. At least we are in familiar territory. I'd like to add that the years between my parent's deaths (murders), was all really just a blur. A blur of time. The night I came to Xavier's school for gifted youngsters was cold, dark, and rainy. Perfect, huh. While on the road I had managed to pick up word about this place and thought that maybe it was a place to find a new start. I was already suffering from hypothermia according to Dr. Grey when I first arrived. I remember knocking on the door. A man answered it, one with red sunglasses, you can guess who. " I'm here to see a man called Xavier," I said, my teeth chattering.
" Come in," the man at the door said in an authoritative voice.
I'm not really sure what happened after that. I remember stepping in the room and my legs giving out from under me, this was before my regenerative capabilities showed up. The next thing I knew I was being carried, and there was shouting, then a bed, and blessed sleep. From what I later found out I had collapsed from exhaustion and slept for three whole days. The morning I woke up I was slightly confused as to where I was. Professor Xavier wheeled himself up to me as I look around the room.
" Don't be afraid," he had whispered kindly, " You are safe here, Hannah."
Without really thinking about it I said back hoarsely, " No, my name's Nightshade."