Superheroes Have Feelings Too

Chapter 1

Hi. I'm Eden Parker and I've had super powers since I was 17.

The only person I have ever told was this freaky scientist who lives down the street. Or that's what I thought until he's helped explain what exactly happened. He saw me floating off the ground a bit as I walked and asked me to come to his 'lab'.

Apparently the part of the comet I chocked on had so many elements in it that I can change my power whenever I want. There were some things on the 'rock' that are unexplainable, but I do that I have powers. Speed, fire, water, ice, invisibility, strength, flying, telepathy anything really.

Now I go to Dr. Stevens (the freaky scientist) every day after school for tests and practicing how to use my powers. He said that I could help a lot of people in the world and that's all I've really wanted to do mostly because I don't want people to go through what I've been through.

When I was 6 years old by parents got divorced and a year later my dad died. When they got divorced it was my dads idea so my mom still loved him.

When he died my mom went into a state of depression. When I was 9 years old she started to take things out on me. She always told me I caused her stress and when she dies it's my fault.

She told me its was my fault he left her because I wasn't nice enough and didn't spend enough time with him. I loved my dad and remember him driving me to ballet class and I would teach him steps.

We had a pretty good relationship until after he left. I could tell he didn't want to leave me and my sister. He tried to take at least one of us but my mom won full custody.

Sometimes I wish she didn't so I could've spent more time with him. I went to his house with my sister every weekend and we would sleepover. He had a huge house with my favorite things around it. My sister and I had our own rooms that were decorated with our favorite things.

When I was 10 I couldn't take my mom yelling at me anymore and I started cutting. I believed what she told me. I believed everything was my fault.

I was so jealous of my sister because she was never home so she wouldn't get yelled at. Mom never really cared that Katie spend all her time with her boyfriend.

She practically lived there. She would come home in the middle of the night and wake me up in the morning and then u wouldn't see here till the next day.

No one ever realized that I cut or even was depressed. I kept cutting for 4 years before trying to commit suicide. I tried multiple times but I never worked.

When I was 15 my friend Mia found out and told me she cared about me and to never cut again.

After that I pretty much stopped but I've been pretty depressed for a while.