A/N: Hay, I'm Jessica! This is my first X-men fic, so please try not to be too harsh! I own quite a few characters in this: Sekura, Kyla, Korey, Brittany, Bryan, Savannah, Shawn, Violet, James, Jessica (not after me, surprisingly!), Andrew, Tanner, Brooke, Kyla (named after the original, a.k.a Sekura's mom), Harry, Lori, Constance, Marcus and anyone or anything else you don't recognize.. Though I wish I owned Pyro.. Newayz, this fic has nothing really to do with the events in the movies, it takes place like WAY after that, but after this I'm gonna try to write another story as a prequel to this, which will explain a lot of this better and will have events from the movies. Hope you like it!

Chapter One

A seventeen-year-old sat in her room, her mind slowly wandering over her mother.

Sekura had never gotten to know her mother, as she had committed suicide merely a week after Sekura's birth. Sekura had been told countless times by her father, John Allerdyce, that it didn't have anything to do with her, but that was quite hard to believe, especially seeing as he had never told Sekura the real reason why her mother felt such a strong urge to end her own life.

From what she had been told, her mother, Kyla Katrina Allerdyce, had been a loving, courageous, and sarcastically humorous person. She had always sacrificed everything for those she cared about, even those she didn't, which was a quality Sekura had also received. Her mother had had long, curled golden-blonde hair, and beautiful deep ocean blue eyes, and she had stood at five-foot-two.

Sekura, quite like her mother, had long curly golden-blonde hair, but instead of inheriting her mom's blue eyes, was given deep green/brown hazel eyes, like her dad.

She was quite like both her mother and father in many ways: she was like her mom because she had always been beautiful, sweet, romantic, friendly, creative, a drama queen, loud (sometimes); and yet insecure, self-critical, always tried to please and make everyone happy, stressed herself to the limit from even the smallest things, and she wore her heart on her sleeve.

Like her father, Sekura was quiet, enjoyed time to herself, and was the type of person who always blended in with the shadows.

As for the qualities inherited from both of her parents, she was loving, funny, loyal, easygoing, charming, confident half of the time, determined, trustworthy, courageous, stubborn, athletic, sarcastic, independent, sly, mischievous, intelligent, multi-talented, strong-willed, strong, understanding, thoughtful, gives excellent advice, modest, constantly stood up for what she believes in, compassionate, and she would sacrifice herself for anyone that she cared about, at any time; she even sacrificed herself countless times for those she despised!

Sekura was closer to her father than almost anybody, but no matter how alike and close they were, they were still very different nonetheless. John was normally away on business trips and at work, but whenever he wasn't, he would be busy spending time with his friends, which included of course, Sekura's godparents.

Sekura let out a heavy sigh and pulled out her diary from under her pillow. She stood up and retrieved her favorite purple pen from the top of her desk as well and opened up to a fresh page.

'Dear Diary,

I've been more confused lately than ever.. I can't stop wondering what my mother was like.. It's really hard since I don't even have any pictures to remember her by. The only pictures of her in the house are my Daddy's and he keeps them tucked away in this little brown leather photo album of his..

I asked him about the album last week and he says that it's got pictures of him and my Mum from when they first met when they were four.. Apparently their friend Yoko was really good at taking pictures even back then, so they had gotten her to take a bunch of them from over the years.

I think it's pretty sweet that they had known each other from when they were little.. They had ended up as best friends, but eventually ended up realizing when they were older that they loved each other from the beginning. Pretty cool, huh?

But I just wish that he would let me see a picture of her.. Auntie Marie confided in me saying that he found it hard to look at me now without wanting to cry 'cause I look a lot like her, and he still hasn't healed since her death. She had apparently ended up committing suicide right in front of him and dying in his arms after saying, "I'm so sorry.. I'm so, so sorry.." Now that I know that, I can't really blame him for still being so traumatized from it..

He isn't the only one that's traumatized though.. I don't even remember her 'cause I was only a week old, and Daddy says I wasn't even in the same city as where it happened, but I have nightmares every night about it.. I see her, just like it's only happening now. In the nightmares, she's wearing a pair of long, baggy, black shorts and a white tank top. She always runs over to a wooden desk in this huge, beautiful bedroom and pulls this weird knife thing out of the left-hand drawer. Then she starts driving the blade deep into her left wrist, and then into her heart, but she doesn't die.. At that point, Daddy breaks down the door and stands there, looking at her with a horrified look on his face. And then.. Then it happens..

She rips off the golden cross chain she's wearing; one identical to mine, and holds it in the palm of her left hand. Daddy runs over to her screaming, "Kyla, baby, please don't do this!" But it's too late.. She looks up at him, crying, and says, "I'm sorry, John.. I'm so, so sorry.. But there's no other way.. I love you.." And then she drives the knife through the cross pendant and through her hand..

Then Daddy runs over, and falling to his knees, he places her head in his lap and pulls out the knife from her hand. Then he starts crying and he grabs both of her hands. He starts saying, "Come on Kyla, you know you can make it through this.. You have to make it through this.. You always do.. I love you so much, please don't leave me.." And then her breathing stops, and that's where I always wake up..

The weirdest part of it all is that every night when I wake up from the nightmare, I can barely breathe and I have a sharp pain running through my chest, my left hand, and my left wrist.. It's almost as if I'm my Mum and I was the one going through with it, although I know that that's impossible.. It's probably not even what really happened. Probably just an imaginary vision of what might of happened that has buried itself into my subconscious.. I hope..

She tucked the diary away once again until the next time she would need some solitude. As she was getting up, she heard the strumming of a guitar, which upon further inspection, was coming from behind her father's bedroom door.

'Wow.. He's pretty good at playing the guitar.." Sekura thought to herself in awe as she pressed her ear up against the smooth wooden surface of his door to hear better. But that wasn't where the surprises ended. After a few moments of strumming, he had begun to sing softly:

"This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore

On my knees, I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance
'Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all
I'd give for us
Give anything but I won't give up
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore

So far away
Been far away for far too long
So far away
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know

I wanted
I wanted you to stay
'Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go.."

Sekura stood there in shock at what she had just heard. 'Daddy must've written that song when they were teenagers during the couple of months after he had been kidnapped by that Eric man that Auntie Vicky told me about.. He must've really loved her.. What am I saying? Of course he really loved her, he married her, didn't he? God, Sekura, you really are stupid!'

She tiptoed back from the door and down the stairs. She quickly turned on the TV and sat casually in her favorite armchair to make things look less suspicious. Thank God her favorite channel was already on, or when her Dad came down the stairs the next second she would have a lot of explaining to do!

Her Dad came into the living room to see what she was watching briefly. She could see that he had been crying. His eyes were bloodshot, and he cleared his throat as he looked at her seriously.

"Like the song much?"

'He knows! But.. How could he have? I was really, really quiet! I couldn't even hear myself!'

"Why didn't you tell me you could sing so well Daddy? I'm your daughter, I at least have the right to know that you're not tone-deaf!" Sekura cried indignantly.

"Sekura.. I've been able to sing for years.. It's just that.. I haven't sang since the day before.. Well, you know.." he explained.

"I'm sorry for spying, Daddy. But you're really good at singing, and.. sigh Y-You wrote that song after that Eric dude Auntie Vicky told me about kidnapped you, didn't you?" she asked, curiosity finally getting the best of her.

He nodded. "I wrote it to your mother, but.. She thought I had left with Mag.. With Eric willingly, so she never even opened it.. She only found out that I had even written the song just a few weeks before you were born.. A-And I'm actually quite glad that you've heard it, 'cause it's one less amount of stress I have to deal with.. You have no idea how hard it was for me to keep it a secret from you.."

'Or how hard it is to keep from telling you the rest..' He thought, and with an even heavier heart than after he told her, he headed into the kitchen to get something to eat.

Oooh! Cliffie! What do YOU think Pyro's hiding from Sekura? Well, I'm not telling, so you'll have to keep reading to figure out! Grins devilishly hehehehe.. I'm in control of their fate now! Just kidding! I'm not THAT mean.. Maybe.. Newayz, please review, and I MIGHT just update! Lmao!

Luve, Jessica