Chapter Two

Ana took a step back and looked over to Jean. How the hell did everyone know her name? And, how the hell.. did she get here? She blinked for a moment as the bald man nodded to the kids and they gathered their things, leaving the room without even a word.

She watched them for a moment, making sure none of them touched her or even dared looking at her. Her eyes focused back on the man as Jean rushed her in and closed the door behind her.

"Welcome, Ana. Are you alright?" He asked, rolling from behind the desk.

She looked up him. Seeing that he was in a wheelchair made her bite her lip. She looked over to Jean, then back to him. "Y-yes. I-I am fine, now." She said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

"Good, I am glad to hear that.." He got a little closer to her. "You don't need to worry, Ana. You are in a safe place. I am Professor Xavier; and you are in the School for Gifted Youngsters."

Her fingers slowly curled into a fist. 'A gift, my ass.' She thought to herself.

Professor X sighed. "Do you know why you are here?"

Ana shook her head; she thought she knew, but.. she wouldn't really say it. She hated it; she hated all of it.

"You are here because you're not like other people, and that.. That is the gift you have." He gave a comforting smile. "Everyone here has some sort of power. Some came to me just as you have; lost control of their powers and needed help. We can help you control it.."

Ana closed her eyes. "I've tried, nothing works. No one can help me," she said coldly, a hint of anger in her voice.

Xavier looked to Jean, then back to Ana. "…We can."

After speaking with Professor Xavier a bit more, about everything else but the way they were going to help her, Jean led her through the mansion showing her around. She didn't know if she'd be staying here or not. The aura of this place seemed so weird; but what was even more strange is that she felt comforted here. It felt like she was finally home…

Jean looked over to her, seeing her lost in thought. "Are you sure you're alright?" She asked quietly.

Ana nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm.. I'm just a bit tired."

"Aah.." Jean smiled. "I guess I'll show you your room then?"

She nodded and followed her, seeing a few students pass her by with smiles on their faces, with happiness, with laughter. She wanted that again, No.. She needed that again.

"Here it is.." Jean said, opening the door for her.

"Thank You… I-Um, nevermind."

Jean sighed. "What is it?"

"I-I don't know if I was just.. hallucinating or something. But, did.. Did a man bring me here? Did he find me? Or.. I really don't remember."

Jean smiled. "Yes, he brought you here. His name is John. You'll meet him tomorrow, alright?"

Ana nodded. "Thanks, Jean." She gave a small smile before closing the door. She sighed heavily, and looked over the room. It was hell of a lot better than her old bedroom. She bit her lip, gulping down her screams as she thought about what had happened; about what she realized. She didn't remember all of it. God, she didn't want to.

She wrapped her arms around herself and walked over to the bed, pulling up the comforter and laying down beneath the blankets. She was cold and so tired.

She laid her head on the soft pillow and looked to the window. The moon was looking down upon her with a soft smile. She wanted to smile back, but.. it never came. She wondered if she'd ever smile again. She killed three people.. She wondered if Professor Xavier and Jean knew that. If they did, would they treat her the same way they have been? Or would they treat her like a monster? That's what she really was: a monster from the deep pits of Hell. She sighed heavily. Why was she still even alive? Was this God's punishment for being born? Was this his punishment for existing? For not ending her own life when she had the chance?

She didn't know what she was going to do. She was so scared, so frightened of everything around her; of everything she was. She hoped that they wouldn't regret trying to help her.

'Of course they will!' A voice yelled in her head. She tightened her eyes shut, forcing the tears to disappear. She didn't want to cry anymore; she just wanted to be happy. Without these curses, without any of it. She gave a sigh and pulled the covers over herself; trying to force all of it out of her mind.

She held herself tightly under the covers and only relaxed a little bit. What would happen? She sure as hell didn't know.