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𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 | 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝙸𝙸𝙸 | 𝚇-𝙼𝙴𝙽

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All text in '' are spirit dialog

"I believe we can take you in Ms...?" 'Y/n works.' Charles clicks in tongue, "Of course. And you said you have been having trouble with some rather nasty headaches?" "I apologize, I'm an empath myself. Sometimes my abilities tend to peek into others' minds." you nod, and pull your hands up again. You sign your next words. 'Can you fix it?'

"That's not what we do here. You aren't to be fixed. You are perfect the way you are, why change anything?" Charles says sweetly, as Hank approaches the room. "Your vitals seem normal. Charles could I-" "Of course, one moment please y/n." You watch the two men talk with their backs turned to you.

You were used to this.

You turn the other way to see a few people peeking in the study.

You had made quite the scene. Covered in blood and littered with cuts and symbols. And only wearing a blanket.

If a recent new time-traveling mutant hadn't shown up to help you would've been the biggest talk of the school. What they brought here was special. They found you, and other mutants in trouble.

You see a boy in a waiting seat outside the study, almost pouty. Two sprouting wings out of his leather jacket. You felt a lot of screaming around his form. Looking directly at you.

A Lot of lost souls trying to get into his head.

Like they had gotten into yours.

'They're talking behind your back. Literally. You can't let this happen again, are you? Going to let them drag you onto a metal table and chant again?'

Your eyebrows furrow.

You could talk to the dead.

You were a bead connected to a certain life string. Sometimes it got out of hand.

You try to look closer at the things covering the winged boy's ears, without making eye contact. He'd know you know he's looking at you.

Maybe he knows now?

He knows.

"Sorry for that, Y/n. I have a special room for you. There's a shower. Clean sheets, clothes. I will send for someone to check on you in the afternoon." you sign a quick 'thank you'.

"Kurt, could you give us a quick transport to her new room?"

You watch a blue boy put a mutated hand on your bloodied shoulder. In the next second, you were in a polished room. He bows and mutters a quick bye. He seemed flustered by the whole situation. You quickly make your way to the shower.

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You Lean into the bark of the tree.

Your tree.

Your favorite tree.

Here long before you came and it'll be here long after you hoped.

You closed your eyes again and listened to the rock music in your ears.

Ever since your enrollment, your time-traveling transport lent you some DVDs. It was like a whole new world of sound. Your chunky headphones to cover the screams of the undeparted souls now bled pure metal. And Lofi when you really wanted it.

You feel them lifted off your head. You look to the side to see him.

Warren. The boy you saw the time ago, had slowly made his way into your new life. You let him see certain parts of you, and you could tell he did the same.

You just wanted him to like you. Like you liked him. And he wouldn't if he knew everything.

Warren slid your headphones on one ear. "Nice." he sat down next to you, using one wing to lean your red cheek away from the bark and onto him. "Any thoughts of self-preservation?" he asks, you nod. "Me either." you both laugh, with the wiggling leaves falling above you.