Peter

Peter put down his pen and stared down at the picture he had just sketched. Most people would say that it was pretty dark shit, but Peter didn't think so; it was just a way to get the emotions out of his head and heart. It was the way he dealt with things. Ever since his mutation had manifested, he had become more and more depressed, so he drew, and drew and drew until there was no more ink left in the pen. He would draw with whatever he could get his hands on, just so he could feel normal…Just so he could smile.