-The smile fades from Bridget's face as she plops down next to him, sighing.-
Growing up? All the time. Knowing I was different, and that's why dad had to keep me cloistered away... I resented that life. I knew he loved me, and feared people out there would hurt me if they knew, that some old curse would come true, but... I hated it. I hated not being able to go out and play with other kids. I hated being homeschooled, even if my dad was a good teacher. I hated living every day with the reminder I wasn't like other people, and because it was unsafe for me to be the way I am, I guess... I associated being a mutant with all kinds of bad things...
I ran away from home, about a year ago. Spent most of my time in Paris, where lots of homeless mutant kids in Europe tend to wind up. A whole culture, there, around mutant vagabonds and... Tons of 'em were far worse off than me. They didn't have families that just wanted to keep them safe. Most of them had families that kicked them out, tried to kill'em... A lot of them were 'too mutant' to even blend in with normal humans. Too visibly different, whereas I could pretend to just be a normal kid, doing yoyo tricks on the corner for pocket money.
So yeah... I guess you could say I wanted to be normal, but... now, I don't know. Being mutant kind of lead me where I am today, with this drive to make a difference. So maybe being normal... I'd have just grown up to be another spoiled posh kid.
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Growing up? All the time. Knowing I was different, and that's why dad had to keep me cloistered away... I resented that life. I knew he loved me, and feared people out there would hurt me if they knew, that some old curse would come true, but... I hated it. I hated not being able to go out and play with other kids. I hated being homeschooled, even if my dad was a good teacher. I hated living every day with the reminder I wasn't like other people, and because it was unsafe for me to be the way I am, I guess... I associated being a mutant with all kinds of bad things...
I ran away from home, about a year ago. Spent most of my time in Paris, where lots of homeless mutant kids in Europe tend to wind up. A whole culture, there, around mutant vagabonds and... Tons of 'em were far worse off than me. They didn't have families that just wanted to keep them safe. Most of them had families that kicked them out, tried to kill'em... A lot of them were 'too mutant' to even blend in with normal humans. Too visibly different, whereas I could pretend to just be a normal kid, doing yoyo tricks on the corner for pocket money.
So yeah... I guess you could say I wanted to be normal, but... now, I don't know. Being mutant kind of lead me where I am today, with this drive to make a difference. So maybe being normal... I'd have just grown up to be another spoiled posh kid.