Chapter 11
The bitter cold was slapping me in the face - but Ah didn't feel it. Mah stomach gnawing away at it's self, searching for food - tah fill the hunger pain. Ah didn't care. Didn't care how bad Ah felt, Ah deserved a lot worse. As much as Ah am afraid of dying, Ah wanted tah. But part of me couldn't handle death - that part was Logan - Wolverine, the same part that nah matter how much Ah tried tah will it - Ah couldn't stop the healing that mah body was taking over. Hell for all Ah know it was even Sabretooth wanting tah survive. Ah found out that he too had some healing thing going on. It doesn't matter who was taking over in that department, Ah wanted it tah stop. Ah wanted tah see mah blood flowing out from the holes in mah throat and chest. The way Ah saw Logan bleed. Ah wanted tah have the scars - Ah wanted a reminder of what Ah did tah him. That Ah killed him. Ah never wanted tah forget that. Ah don't know how many hours Ah speed - Ah was glad tah still have Quicksilver's abilities. It got me far. Ah didn't know where Ah was and Ah didn't care.
Ah come across a run down hotel. Got this tiny room on the fifth floor. Ah was so quick at the liquor store attached tah the hotel. The guy behind the counter never blinked a lash differently. He wouldn't notice the two bottles missing. Ah sat there, on the edge of the window sale, drinking a bottle of Peach Chardonnay. Ah hated tah have tah move, but really had tah go tah the bathroom.
Ah hated when Ah looked up into the mirror. The mirror didn't lie, it spoke the truth as tah what it was reflecting. Ah'm not sick, but Ah'm not well. Ah wish the voices in mah head would be snoring , then it would be easier tah deal with them, Ah thought. That mirror had a short life. Everything in here had a short life.
There was nothing between me and the outside world, except that window screen. Ah thought Ah had a higher alcohol tolerance from Logan, but then again, he was used tah beers. The second bottle of Chardonnay didn't last long. As Ah let the alcohol get tah me, Ah closed mah eyes. All Ah saw were mah hands soaked full of blood. And at the end of them was Logan's dead body. In mah alcoholic state, Ah leaned against the screen. Damn screen it was supposed tah hold me in. Ah didn't scream as Ah was falling, but mah inner voice was loud and scared. Magneto kicked in. Ah was floating inches from the parking lot. Floating using the earth's metal tah stop me from crashing down. Why wouldn't they just let me die, like they wanted tah before. Ah floated back tah the window and passed out on what looked like a bed. Ah hadn't slept in weeks - this was a blessing in disguise.
TBC
The bitter cold was slapping me in the face - but Ah didn't feel it. Mah stomach gnawing away at it's self, searching for food - tah fill the hunger pain. Ah didn't care. Didn't care how bad Ah felt, Ah deserved a lot worse. As much as Ah am afraid of dying, Ah wanted tah. But part of me couldn't handle death - that part was Logan - Wolverine, the same part that nah matter how much Ah tried tah will it - Ah couldn't stop the healing that mah body was taking over. Hell for all Ah know it was even Sabretooth wanting tah survive. Ah found out that he too had some healing thing going on. It doesn't matter who was taking over in that department, Ah wanted it tah stop. Ah wanted tah see mah blood flowing out from the holes in mah throat and chest. The way Ah saw Logan bleed. Ah wanted tah have the scars - Ah wanted a reminder of what Ah did tah him. That Ah killed him. Ah never wanted tah forget that. Ah don't know how many hours Ah speed - Ah was glad tah still have Quicksilver's abilities. It got me far. Ah didn't know where Ah was and Ah didn't care.
Ah come across a run down hotel. Got this tiny room on the fifth floor. Ah was so quick at the liquor store attached tah the hotel. The guy behind the counter never blinked a lash differently. He wouldn't notice the two bottles missing. Ah sat there, on the edge of the window sale, drinking a bottle of Peach Chardonnay. Ah hated tah have tah move, but really had tah go tah the bathroom.
Ah hated when Ah looked up into the mirror. The mirror didn't lie, it spoke the truth as tah what it was reflecting. Ah'm not sick, but Ah'm not well. Ah wish the voices in mah head would be snoring , then it would be easier tah deal with them, Ah thought. That mirror had a short life. Everything in here had a short life.
There was nothing between me and the outside world, except that window screen. Ah thought Ah had a higher alcohol tolerance from Logan, but then again, he was used tah beers. The second bottle of Chardonnay didn't last long. As Ah let the alcohol get tah me, Ah closed mah eyes. All Ah saw were mah hands soaked full of blood. And at the end of them was Logan's dead body. In mah alcoholic state, Ah leaned against the screen. Damn screen it was supposed tah hold me in. Ah didn't scream as Ah was falling, but mah inner voice was loud and scared. Magneto kicked in. Ah was floating inches from the parking lot. Floating using the earth's metal tah stop me from crashing down. Why wouldn't they just let me die, like they wanted tah before. Ah floated back tah the window and passed out on what looked like a bed. Ah hadn't slept in weeks - this was a blessing in disguise.
TBC