A Mutant's Tale (X-Men Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6

I take deep breaths using my hearing to make sense of the world around me. I don't feel any pain. If anything I feel normal.

I open my eyes and immediately see a bright white light blinding me. I groan and squint my eyes. Is this heaven? I died didn't I.

At least I don't have to deal with the people at the academy.

I'm on a table. I look down and see a tall metal table supporting me.

"Hello Charlee." The Professor's voice echoes inside my head. I sit up and look at my body. I have on a patient gown. Random tubes are connecting to my arms and chest. I frantically rip them off and get off the table.

I'm not dead am I?!

When I stand up I immediately feel dizzy but keep walking. My feet feel like there's bricks attached to them.

I look out across the medical room and see a door. I slide my heavy feet across the tiled floor and make a motion to reach the door. Before I can grasp it the door swings open and Jean walks in.

Dammit! Great, people I have to deal with it. Can't I just be alone! I have the Professor talking in my head and now a whole crew of people that need to look down on me in shame. I'm sick of this whole damn school! I should of died multiple times! I'm sick of the mutant life! I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere.

"Charlee! You should be resting." Jean in her doctors outfit stresses to me. She gently grabs onto my arm and leads me back to the table. Her eyes look sincere and trustworthy so I listen to her. The next chance I get I'm out of here.

I silence my thoughts knowing the Professor could be listening.

"Would you like me to get you a chair? I just need to go over some things." She smiles to me.

I nod my head noticing how nice she is. It seems silly now to think I was dead. I almost laugh at that.

She pulls out a metal chair for me and scoots it in front of a monitor that I think is supposed to record my heart rate.

I sit down in the uncomfortable chair and stare at her waiting for her next move. I don't want to respond to her. I just want to get out of here. Shh... I can't think like that.

Jeans sits down in a chair of her own in front of me. She starts hooking me up with wires by putting these round tape things on my arms, head, and chest. It's kind of relaxing.

"Do you feel nauseous, dizzy, have difficulty breathing, any aches or pain, or anything unusual?" She sticks the last tape, sticker thing on my inner arm and turns on the monitor. She looks at me questioningly.

I shake my head not wanting to speak. I'm afraid that my voice will sound weak or that I'll start crying.

The monitor starts up and I hear beeping and waves contracting on the screen. I look at the door afraid of someone bursting in like Logan. I don't know what Logan is going to think of me now. I'm scared to find out. I have to leave before he has a chance to speak to me. Stop thinking! I yell inside my head.

Jean looks at me for a second then takes a quick decision and grabs my hands. "It's okay Charlee. No one blames you."

I ignore her and feel my eyes start to water. Stop it! Don't cry. Do not cry! I take a deep breath and turn my head to the side not wanting to respond to her.

She lets go of my hands and sighs. I am secretly grateful she didn't start talking more.

After further analysis upon her inspection she gave me my clothes back. Jean guaranteed that no one would come speak to me until I was ready. That made feel better. I'm still leaving though. I can't stay here anymore.