A/N: I'm on a role! Basically a chapter wrote every two days. I cant seem to run out of ideas. Ugh now my time line doesn't seem like enough.
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Nine years ago there had always been two boys running threw these hallways. A slender nine year old and a slightly bigger ten years old, the two of them did not look like brothers. But that never stopped them from doing everything together.
The parents of these two boys knew that their boys couldn't sleep on the couch for the rest of their lives, they needed there own bedroom but neither of them were willing to move out just then. But with another baby on the way they were packing up.
Boxes had been everywhere. And standing like a Roman statue on top of three large boxes was the elder of the two brothers. His hand was posed out the other holding a blanket around his almost nude body. His face was attempting to be hard but ending up more of an attempt not to smile.
The younger was holding an old, and very big, camera trying to take as many pictures as he could without his arm shaking. Finally the elders face broke into a huge grin. Brown hair falling into his eyes, right then the younger snapped the picture freezing an image of a boy halve falling off boxes with a huge grin on his face.
It was the last day that they could spend in the house that they'd lived there whole lives in. "Boys" their mother called "the movers are here we have to go now" The younger gave a sigh sending a longing glance around their apartment before darting for the elevator the camera clutched in his little fingers.
The elevator ride and race to the car all seemed to be happening to fast. Once they'd all buckled in and were driving out of the parking lot, everyone seemed to calm down. The two boys both leaned their heads back closed their eyes and started to fall asleep.
The next thing either of them new there was a loud blaring of horns. The younger one's head snapped up his eyes instantly locating what was wrong. Two cars were headed right towards them. The eldest seemed to act so quickly his arms flew out grabbing the younger ones shoulders and jerking them down.
The boy opened his eyes cautiously; he could still feel his brother's hand on his shoulder. Finally the younger forced his body to look around. And straight into the dead eyes of his brother "No!" he basically screamed "wake up, WAKE UP!!" he grabbed his brothers hand shaking him. But nothing happened. He looked up front at the twisted form of what was supposed to be his parents and the front of the cars.
He tried to move his legs but found that he couldn't. The next thing he new was the roar of sirens the gasps of the people outside when they saw a little boy struggling inside a car that had just started on fire.
He forced himself to look out the window tears streaming down his face when his senses finally started to register the pain flying threw his body. There was someone outside but he couldn't make them out his eyes were to blurry from the tears.
Then the door was being ripped open and hands were pulling at him. He found himself screaming from the pain but couldn't make sense of any of it.
"My parents" he sobbed.
No one reacted. The person holding him finally looked down his face was grubby. And for the first time he released it was a fireman. "Someone get over here now! This kid is gonna bleed out!"
"No my parents" the boy screamed wildly "You have to save them, you have to that's what your supposed to do" his words were barely audible between the sobs.
More hands were grabbing at him. Someone was shouting. "Kid your parents are dead" the boy finally stopped moving. He'd knowing that. But hearing it from someone who was supposed to save lives almost seemed to hurt more.
He lay still staring up at the sky feeling them push him away, wishing he could have died with them, at least then they would have all been together.
"You're gonna be alright I promise" a woman said her gloved hand smoothing his bloodied blonde hair.
"Let me die!" his sudden scream ripped threw the nearly silent crash scene. There were a few gasps from the people who didn't understand. He was struggling again, against the pain, against the hands trying to keep him down, against the fact that he was alive and they weren't.
One person stood out, he'd seen him before, his mom and dad had told him to never think about that man again, his name was Mr. Danvers, the man smiled and nodded at him; he froze barely able to move.
Words didn't register in his muddled mind. The next thing he felt was a jab of pain in his arm then he went limp, his eyes rolling back into his head. He gave a sigh of relief and passed out.
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It had been two years since that crash; he'd never be able to forget it, at eleven he'd changed a lot more then everyone thought. Loosing ones parents almost made you grow up faster. The scares on his legs had healed quickly, but it was almost like they ached when ever he thought of his parents, as if it was reminding him that they were dead and he wasn't.
Today was the anniversary of their death, and he was standing in front of three tombstones, tears in his eyes, a lump in his throat, he walked forward and laid a flower in front of three frames, one was a picture of his brown haired brother, the second was a picture of his dad whom everyone said he looked just like, and then his mom her soft features turned into a smiling face.
"I'm sorry guys" he'd said the exact same thing he came here, an apology for not being able to turn back time and make them take another road, an apology for not dying with them.
Finally he couldn't hold back the tears anymore. They streamed down his cheeks dripping off his chin and onto the stone of the tombstones. He fell to his knees holding his head. Two years without them, yet it felt like an eternity. It wasn't fair that he'd been ripped from the only family he'd had left.
He'd had to attend their funeral hosted by good friends of theirs, but there had been no will left and no one wanted to take in a heart broken nine year old, however cute he was.
"Mom, Dad" he gasped touching the stone with the tips of his fingers, he crumpled over and started pounding the ground. "How could you leave he here?" he asked a fresh wave of sorrow pounding threw his body.
He felt someone touch his shoulder and looked up, his foster mom smile faltered as she looked down at him, "are you alright?" she asked her voice was extremely worried. He couldn't reply instead he just nodded.
The woman would never understand how he felt; she knelt down next to him and gently rapped her arms around his little body hugging him. He pressed his head against her chest sobbing into her shirt. He could barely breathe. But after what felt like forever he seemed to have cried all that he could cry.
"I miss them" his voice was horse but his foster mom clearly made out what he was saying.
"I know you do honey" she said comfortingly "but they would never want you to be like this, you're going to be alright I promise. You just need to think of us as your family now not them alright Logan"
The boy nodded forcing out the weakest smile Ms. Collins had ever seen "I need a minute" he said, she nodded got up and quickly made her way back to the car leaving her new son alone to talk.
He looked at each picture before sighing resisting the urge to cry again "they are my new family" he said his voice wavering "their going to take care of my now. . ." he had to take a deep breath.
"I think its going to be alright. . ." his voice was barely above a sob "remember, it's my birthday today. . .you were going to take me out to eat after we got settled in, before. . . before you died"
"The councilor said that it was alright to talk to you guys, he said that I was keeping everything bottled in, but I can't help it. You were the only people I cared about. . .and now. . .and now I have no one to care about, I don't see a point in living" his breathing was coming in deep gasps "but everyone keeps saying that you would want me to live. But no one even knows me here, so how can they possibly know you guys, or know what you would want?"
"These people keep touching me and saying that I'm so cute, but that I need to smile, but I can't, there's never anything to smile about. I wish you guys hadn't died. I wish that I had. I wish, that I could see you one more time, tell you I love you one more time. . .because I do, I really do. I wish I didn't feel like I was replacing you three with this new family. I wish I could just love them without feeling guilty" his shoulders were trembling again as tears streamed down his face "I wish people would stop being worried about me killing myself. That's all they ever talk about when they think I can't hear them. They all say it even my teachers" He clamped his eyes shut "I have to go to my birthday party" he gave a sigh standing up on wobbly legs "Bye"
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With a gasp I flew up in bed, not quite sure if it had been a dream or a memory that didn't belong to me. I looked over at the still sleeping form of Logan then frowned. The golden hair perfectly matched the little boy in my dream. But there was only one way to be sure.
I leaned over him gently pealing the blanket back, he wasn't overly muscular but he could still easily over power me, but he was also tall and slender. Finally I came to his thigh and my mouth fell open, the scares were barely visible but that didn't matter. It had been him, I felt a jab of remorse for him. He'd basically seen them die.
But then his eyes opened, I felt my cheeks start to burn when I released what an awkward position I was in. My right hand was pressed against his chest while my other was between his legs. He moved quite quickly covering my hand with his and gently moving it back to the bed. He leaned forward auburn eyes' staring into mine "Don't pity me" was all he said before sliding his leg out so quickly that my arm was knocked away I pitched forward landing on top of him.
We just stayed there both of us to startled to react.
"I'm sorry" I said but before I could move his hand slid around my waist and flipped me over. He was straddling me one arm around my waist, he leaned down for a second I would have sworn he was going to kiss me. He even seemed to consider it.
"For what exactly?" he questioned his face inches away from mine.
"For your family" I stuttered his one free hand slid under my neck.
"Just one?" he asked, for some reason I instantly new what he was asking. I somehow managed role just enough to make him loose his balance but both of us rolled and the next thing I new I was laying on top of him my lips pressed against his. Absolute horror flew threw my body.
I tore away from him and basically jumped to my feet "you're disgusting" I growled. A wolfish grin spread across his face as he climbed to his feet much more gracefully then I had.
"I must admit that went much better then I thought it would" he then laughed at the horrified look on my face. He reached out and touched my neck again but much gentler then before. I stepped out of his reach spun on my heels and walked towards the bathroom.
"You need clothes don't you?" he yelled after me, I glared over my shoulder and made a face, he simply grinned in reply "you'll have to wear some of my old ones. . .although I don't think any of the pants or shirts will fit you" he scratched his head then shrugged "Oh well you'll live"
I snorted in reply "you've obviously never had a sister" I then cringed.
"No I haven't" he replied lightly. Then it hit me, he wasn't reading my mind anymore. Just to test my theory I thought: You're an ass, there's no way I'm wearing your clothes! It was imature I knew that but I really didn't care. Then I peeked out the door to see him sliding a shirt on over his torso.
He seemed completely relaxed, as if he did this sort of thing all the time. I sighed then shook my head. In a way me and him were alike, we'd both tried to get ourselves killed. As sad as that sounded it was the truth. Except we'd both tried for completely different reasons.
I slid out of my grubby clothes and stepped into the shower letting the water fall over my body, closing my eyes and angling my head up towards the warm stream of water washing over my body.
The door was suddenly thrown open and I had to stifle a scream. "Sorry I have to brush my teeth" Logan said closing the door behind him it was truly difficult for me to except the fact that this eighteen year old could possibly be the same eleven year old I'd seen in my dream.
Logan really isn't all that bad. Don't worry I've decided on what I'll do. So my plot has been set. Unless of course...I get a better idea. So chapter eleven and I'm still managing to keep your attention? Awesome! Now R&R!!!!