Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
Maddie's POV 
                          
Jack walked in the apartment drunk again. This was the 5th time this week. He staggered over to me, and tried to kiss me. "No. Not while your drunk." I said and pushed his chest. "Don't be such a bitch Maddie. Just do it." He said and slapped my cheek. "Are you going to do it now?" He asked and I shook my head 'no'. This only made him angrier and he swiped my feet and continuously kicked my stomach.  I caught his feet in a ball of energy and pulled him down. "I can't do this anymore. I'm breaking up with you." I said and he was about to do something before I forced him to go to sleep. I ran to the bedroom and booked a plane ticket to New York.  I was going to start a new life. 
                          
The plane ride was long and people kept staring at the scars on my wrists. They made me take off the bracelets that were covering them before I got on the plane. But here I was. I put the bracelets back on and got a taxi to take me to the hotel I had booked before I left. Luckily Jack and I had separate bank accounts so he couldn't do anything to my money, so I still had it. I just had to have it converted. I would do that tomorrow. But right now I just want an ice pack to put in my stinging cheek, that I think had a cut in it, and one for the bruises on my stomach. Why couldn't my mutation be a healing factor. I thought to myself.
                          
After the ride to the hotel I booked in and went to my room. There were flannels there so I put cold water on them and set them on my cheek and stomach. I had to stop myself from going into my bag and getting the razors I bought at the airport. But I couldn't, Jack made me feel worthless and unloved. So I took out the blades and let them glide over my old scars. I didn't do it to deep because I didn't want to accidentally cut way to deep and they find me dead in a hotel room. That is not how I want to go. But I stopped and covered the new scars with a bandage to stop the bleeding. I will get help for this. But who would want to help a pathetic mutant like me. I mean I couldn't even stand up to my ex-boyfriend but I will go clean. So I got all my blades and chucked them in the toilet. I flushed them down and thought about this new life. I wasn't going to lie about my name. I just wanted to get away from the horrible life I had left behind in England.