Be Careful What You Wish For
Prologue
I have been a mutant my whole life, I just didn't realize it until I was eight and I broke my wrist.
I had been climbing the tree in the backyard of the house I lived in with my parents, when I fell. I hit the ground pretty hard and the bones in my wrist gave a sickening crunch as they shattered and popped out through the skin. Needless to say, I started to scream and cry in pain. My parents, hearing my screaming from inside the house, ran outside to see what happened.
Just as they reached me, though, the bones in my arm started to slide back under the skin and knit themselves back together. My parents stood there and stared at me in shock as I felt the pain start to lessen. In a matter of seconds my wrist was completely healed.
From that day forward my parents' affections toward me seemed strained. They didn't give me hugs anymore and they tried to avoid talking to me whenever possible. Even though they still took care of me they weren't as loving as they had once been, because now I was a mutant, and mutants are hated and feared.
