I lived on the streets for months. I was too afraid to go home or for anyone who knew me to see me. I started using my power to steal. I felt like I was hiding from everyone—mutants who were chasing me as far as I knew and humans who would be afraid of me and hate me. I couldn't trust anyone. Every time I started to fall asleep somewhere I was afraid I wouldn't wake up.
In some ways it was a relief when they caught up to me. If I knew what kind of torture waited I would have known better, but I didn't yet. I never had to find out first hand. The X-Men rescued me. ...Piotr rescued me. I belonged somewhere. More than I ever did in school when I thought I was human. From a brain to a mutie freak to an X-Man.