Welcome To My Life

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Charles Xavier sat quietly on his bunk. He'd gotten there early, and immediately crawled on the top one. It would be easiest to hide there. He didn't want to be here. He'd been repeatedly told that this wasn't like therapy was; this was about giving him the opportunity to get out into nature, and giving him a small sense of independence. Charles' therapist thought this camp would help with his depression. Charles thought she was full of shit. Erik Lehnsherr got off the bus for the third year in a row. He'd come the first two years for anger management but now he was here for that and the addition of stealing and shooting up four buildings, all with civilians inside. He never enjoyed his time here. The therapists he had sent him here because it was a place to keep freaks and dangerous people for months without having any problem. He thought of it as a prison. But worse. Charles laid down in his bunk and stared at the ceiling. He took a deep breath and laid there quietly. He figured he should enjoy his time alone before his roommates arrived. Erik glanced at his card and then glared at the counselor. They never gave him roommates, why did he get one after shooting up stores? He liked being alone much more. So five minutes after arriving to camp, he'd already started a fight with a camp counselor. Charles ignored the shouting. As long as they weren't yelling at him, he didn't care. Erik was only told firmly that if he didn't get himself under control, they'd make it mandatory for him to take mess and he stopped the fight, glaring at the counselors one last time before heading to his cabin. Charles put his arms behind his head and relaxed. Maybe he could get himself beat up. Then he'd have an excuse to go home; or better yet, get his own cabin. Erik kicked the door open and saw the new target in of his anger on the top bunk. Which fucking sucked because that's where he slept all the time.

"Get off."

"I was here first," Charles said calmly.

"I don't care," Erik replied, "Off. Now."

Charles ignored him. He was already practicing his speech in his head. 'I don't know what happened, ma'am, he just attacked me! I don't feel safe here!'

Erik glared at him. He couldn't pull him off the bed. He'd have to wait. He tossed his bag down angrily, "Watch your back, kid, a sassy mouth like yours will get you killed."

"I didn't say anything that time," Charles said softly. But he couldn't help but think about it. A tragic murder. This asshole would have to suffer. Charles would be out of his misery. It didn't sound so bad, really. Erik laid on bed and shut his eyes. His therapist had said to take deep breaths and count to ten. Erik counted to one hundred and he was still pissed off. Charles ignored his roommate. He tried to take a nap. Erik hated summer camp. His father sent him away every summer since he was old enough to go. Erik didn't have a problem, everyone else had a problem. He was the only normal person. Everyone else just tried to piss him off. Charles relaxed, and slowly fell asleep. Erik left the cabin soon after three hundred didn't work and went for a walk. He punched a tree, some kid yelled at him not to damage Mother Nature and that was that. Erik let loose on him. Charles woke up to more shouting. A lot of it. Apparently, more people had arrived at the camp, and were meeting up with friends. Charles didn't want to get up; he'd probably lose his bunk to the other kid. But his stomach growled, and he lost the battle with himself. Erik was being lectured by a counselor outside for exhibiting bad behavior. He honestly couldn't care less. He hated being here. Maybe if he acted dangerous enough, he'd get to leave and go to jail. He was almost eighteen anyway. Charles wandered. There was a welcome celebration going on. Charles tried to avoid talking to people, and he grabbed snacks. Erik sat alone, people gave him a wide berth because of his outbursts earlier. He ate a bit. He glared at anyone that dared to stare at him, especially the new kids. Everyone would leave him alone or he'd make sure they did. Charles hid the food, and snuck back to the cabin. He crawled into bed and ate. After about ten minutes of being around socializing Erik needed a break and he went back to his cabin. At least it was only one stupid roommate. Charles hid his food when Erik returned.