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Pain. That was all Rebecca felt. Pain in her legs, feet and face. It burned as if she was on fire, and she screamed and begged for it to stop.
Once she woke up, but only in a couple of seconds. She was lying on a sofa in a dirty, big caravan. Socks were hanging over her head and the smell of beer was in the air. She coughed and tried to sit up, but her head started spinning and she fell down again. Everything went dark, and she fell into ill-favored sleep.
When she woke up the second time, she was still in the same car, but the socks were gone and a radio was on, but very far away from her. It sounded like she was under water. The pain was almost gone, but it still burned in her hands. She looked down at them, and saw that they were bandaged with bloody bandages and her arms as well. Her fingertips were the only which was visible and they were glossy, and angry red.
Her middle finger was worst, its fingertip was covered with blood and pus was oozing out of it
She found it hard to breathe so she sat up, this time trying to ignore the wave of nausea that was filling her body. Someone grabbed her shoulder and she screamed, crawling away from the hand until her body was pressed to the wall beside the sofa.
A man, about 40 years old, with brown hair, sideburns and brown, big eyes sat on the sofa with his hand up, as if to calm her down.
"Hey, it's ok kid. I'm not gonna hurt ya."
Rebecca was still pressing her back against the wall, a concern look in her eyes. She stood up, and regretted it immediately, the whole world started spinning and she felt her knees give away. The man caught her one decimeter from the ground and she felt herself being carried and laid down. She drifted to sleep.
"Is she gonna be ok?"
Rebecca could hear a deep voice say, not so far from her. She was lying on her back with hoses under her mouth and under her bandages.
"We'll see Logan. Time will tell."
Another voice was heard, but this time it was a British accent in it. Rebecca tried to open her eyes, but they were glued together. Where was she? What had happened?
"Did you notice how fast her wounds healed? They're only scars left now", the dark voice said again, "It's just like me…"
Wounds, what wounds? What were they talking about?
"Logan, we need to go. Let her rest."
Rebecca could hear the sound of silence, as if the man with the deep voice was deciding what to do. Then Rebecca could hear footsteps echo, the sound of a door which opened and closed, and then, once again, silence.
Rebecca forced her eyelids to open, but had to close them again, because of the bright light. When her she had grown accustomed to the light, she finally could look around. She was lying on some sort of table made of metal. It was very uncomfortable for her back, but when she was about to sit up, she was stopped by the hoses which was over her mouth and went into her nose.
Disgustingly, she raised her hand and dragged it away, but it was longer than she thought. The hose had been going down her throat and she dragged it out, fighting back the feeling of being sick. When it was out, she coughed and raised her head. White walls were forming a small room, with white boxes filled with pills and syringes. She looked at her hands, and they were wrapped in white, soft bandages. Bandages!
Suddenly, Rebecca could remember the events that had happened with her. She took a deep breath, thinking that it couldn't be true and laughed at her silliness, but deep inside, she knew that everything had been real.
She tore away the hoses under her arms, and jumped down from the metal table. Her legs could almost not carry her weight, and suddenly, she wondered how long she'd been out.
She realized that she was wearing different jeans than before, and had a hoodie with a dark grey tone. She saw a mirror on the other side of the room, but when she was about to look at herself, she hesitated. What would she look like?
Would she have her normal look with brown, long hair and blue eyes or a terrible burn all over her face? She wasn't sure if she really wanted to know what she looked like, but after a while, she gathered courage and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
She had a bandage over her head, her left eye had a red burn around it, and a she had burns on her jawbone that spread down on her throat like…raindrops. Other than that, she didn't look that bad.
She went back to the table bed and started walking to the round, metal circle which she assumed to be the door, but accidently tripped on her weak legs, and tried to take hold on something to keep her from falling. She grabbed something, but it was one of the boxes which fell to the ground along with her with a bam. Glass was crushed and she landed in it, getting som in her already bandaged hands.
Groaning with pain, she sat up, looking at her hands. A big piece of glass was stuck inside her palm and she whined quietly when she dragged it out.
Cursing and sobbing, she looked at her hands, and saw the blood trickle out of the deep wound. Then something frightening happened.
The blood suddenly stopped, and the wound started to become smaller and smaller. Then, her skin started to close, not even leaving a scar behind.
Rebecca watched with her mouth half open in shock by the experience she had just had. She stood up, still scanning her hand like crazy while walking out of the white room.
She found herself standing in a corridor, with the same kind of doors everywhere. She walked straight ahead, but stopped when a bald man in a wheelchair drove around the corner and almost crashed into each other.
"Ah, Rebecca!" he said. Rebecca could recognize the same British accent that she'd heard in the white room.
"Who are you, and where am I?" Rebecca asked and slowly backed away, a bit wobbly on her feet.
"Easy child", the bald man said and raised his hand, "My name is Charles, and you are in the school Xavier. You are expected.