Logan couldn't see anything when he came to. It was all completely Dark. But not like total darkness dark- it was a… kind of hazy dark that had him thinking he had something over his eyes. At that realization, Logan started to panic. He began to open his mouth to call for help or ask for an explanation as to why he was blind folded. But he soon found he couldn't do that either. Logan started breathing heavily- really beginning to panic now. He didn't try getting up because he figured, if he was blind folded and muffled, he probably wasn't able to move his hands or legs either.

Logan slowed his breathing and took deeper breaths in an attempt to calm himself. He's heard that in situations such as this it was always best never to panic. Of course he's only heard this from the detective shows he watches, but hey, they can't all be wrong- right? So Logan sat and sucked in as much air as he could through his nose for a little while. Unfortunately, just as he was about to calm down completely, he heard a loud thud that had him nearly falling off his chair (assuming he wasn't tied to it). Then there was a heart breaking scream that echoed through the space around him. Logan didn't know why, but something about that scream had him scared, mad, and desperately needing to get up to go and comfort the voice behind the scream.

There was dead silence after that, and Logan found the fear he had felt creeping its way up and shoving all other emotions he felt down to the pit of his stomach. "You two shouldn't have done this." A semi deep voice said. Logan quirked an eyebrow.

"Dad?" He asked, though the word was muffled from the restraint on his mouth.

"Indeed. How do you think we'll handle this?" Another voice asked that Logan soon recognized as Mr. Diamond. There was silence again, and Logan figured his dad and Mr. Diamond were thinking- probably in a sarcastic manner.

"Keep thinking sickos! I don't care what you do with me!" A third voice interjected. Logan recognized that voice in a heartbeat.

He tried shooting up and out of the chair that held him down. "James?!" He called out, the name coming out in a frantic muffle.

"Shut up!" His dad yelled. Then there was the sickening sound of skin connecting sharply to skin and another scream. Logan tried yelling out to them, but apparently they couldn't- or wouldn't- hear him, as all words seemed to be lost upon them all.

"Hey! Don't hit my son like that!" Mr. Diamond yelled. There was a brief pause before he continued with "You've got to put more wrist in to it." He practically sneered- and Logan could practically hear the grin in his voice- before there was that sickening sound of skin upon skin again, only louder. Logan heard James scream again and Logan couldn't take it anymore. He needed to stop this.

"No!" He cried out behind his restraints. What frustrated him even more was that they probably couldn't hear him. His breathing started coming out in heavy, shallow breaths as he screwed his eyes shut tighter than they were, since they were already closed to begin with.

James calling out his name was the last thing he heard before all of life itself seemed to stop completely.


Logan woke up again and tried to look around but squeezed his eyes shut when a blinding light hit his eyes. He opened them slowly to allow his eyes to adjust. When they did, Logan cocked an eyebrow in confusion. Where was he? All he could see was a bright light and… what he thought was a… ceiling-? Logan wasn't too sure but- something about this situation suggested he was in a hospital. But why? Logan tried turning his head until searing pain shot through his skull and his hand shot up in a feeble attempt to ease the pain away. Then something occurred to him- he could move! Wait- wasn't he tied up before? Maybe the police found him or someone heard screaming and took it upon themselves to alert the authority and now him and James were- James? James!

Logan immediately shot up then yelled out in pain as his whole body ached. He froze, his hands clutching his head, and hisses as he tried letting the pain slowly ease away. It was taking forever, but Logan knew if he tried standing up- at least before the pain was tolerable- he would surely pass out. He took a deep breath- ignoring the pain that it caused in his chest- and stood up. Slowly he looked around and wanted to scream in frustration because there was nothing. It was like he was in nothing but simple space. He looked up again and stared at the bright light above him. What he thought was a ceiling holding the light there was nothing more than empty space. It perplexed and angered Logan to no extent.

And then he saw it. A flash of it- but no doubt he had seen it. "What the…?" He mumbled to himself. He squinted and stared in the direction he saw that flash of a person appear. He opened his mouth, about to ask if anyone was there when there was another flash. He whipped his head in that direction. Then another figure flashed beside him. Not soon after there seemed to be never-stilling circle of blurry, flashing figures- figures that appeared and disappeared, only to reappear over and over again so it looked like a ring of moving objects too quick for him to see. Or maybe that's all it was. But Logan couldn't think about that because the figured kept getting closer and closer, closing in around him and suddenly making it harder to breath.

If that wasn't bad enough, the figures started whispering and laughing maniacally. He squeezed his eyes shut as he slapped his hands over his ears and screamed once as everything- the laughs, the whispers, the unbearable pain cycling his body- intensified before everything went silent.


Logan opened his eyes for the third time. He brought his hands down from his ears and smiled lightly when he felt no pain. He looked around and saw that everything was white. He groaned as he rolled his eyes. He was really getting tired of this mysteriously-blank-scenery crap. But from what he experienced before, he figured something was about to happen anytime now...

"Logan!" Logan jumped back as his eyes widened and his hand shot up to clench his heart. That person wasn't there a second ago! The person rolled their eyes. "Jeez Logan there's no reason to be scared, it's just me." The person said as they turned and started walking off.

Logan's heartbeat began to calm and he dropped his hand from his chest to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. "Y-you? Who exactly is 'you'"

The person- Logan now recognized as a girl- whipped around to face him with a glare. "Who am I?" She rolled her eyes again. "Jee you think you know a guy…" She mumbled, turning around again to walk off.

"But you don't know me! And I don't know you! Now will you stop playing games and-" Logan never got to finish because before he knew it the girl was in front of him, her hair flared around her as she glared at him with bright honey colored eyes that Logan could have sworn were plain brown before.

"Let's get something straight." She growled. "Nobody. Ever. Yells at me. Do you understand me?" She warned as her eyes glowed brighter and her hair continued to dance around her, occasionally brushing against her face. Logan's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the shorter girl in fear. He couldn't say anything, but by the way her glare hardened he realized he had better do something to show his understanding. So he nodded in a spastic sort of fashion. As soon as she started, she stopped. Her hair stopped flaring to gracefully rest on her shoulders, her eyes stopped glowing and her glare softened into a smile.

"Good." She chirped before turning to walk away once again. "I'm Annabelle by the way."

"A-A-Annabelle?" Logan stuttered, trying to recover from the utter fear he experienced not 5 seconds ago.

"Yes." She said, stopping her movement and throwing a smile over her shoulder. "And for goodness sakes stop stuttering boy! And close your mouth before you catch flies!" She giggled when she turned to look at him.

"Flies? There aren't any flies around- ah! Where'd that fly come from?!" Logan exclaimed as a fly suddenly appeared dangerously close to him mouth. He jumped back and watched the fly seem to just float away from him. He snapped his attention back to Annabelle as she began to laugh loudly at him

"Silly boy! I'm your dream angel!" She beamed, throwing her hands in the air in a ta-da fashion.

"M-my what?"

Her expression faded and her hands dropped to her side before one came up to rest on her hip. "Seriously? You've never heard of a dream angel?" Logan shook his head no. She sighed dramatically before walking up to him. "Alright, let me explain: You ever heard of a guardian angel?" Logan nodded. "Well I'm sort of like the guardian angel of your dreams." At the face Logan made she laughed and held out her hands, shaking her head. "No, no, not like that, I mean I guard your dreams. And I can do anything you need me to do in your dream if it's beyond your control- like now." She smiled.

"Wait, my dreams? You mean, I'm dreaming?" Logan asked. Annabelle rolled her eyes.

"Silly, silly boy- of course you're dreaming! You don't think things like what you've already been through can actually happen do you?" She laughed. When Logan thought about it he realized how ridiculous his question was and he agreed with her. "Oh, and I also come here to warn you about things that may or may not occur in the real world- though I suppose this is the real world, just the mental aspect of it." Logan made a face at the last part- figures he got the intellectual one… but wait-

"Wait. Warn me?"

"Oh yeah, about anything important really. There's other stuff I can and/or am limited to do but I guess we can save that for when I'm not a major importance to you right now." She babbled.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Annabelle, what are you warning me about?" Logan asked. She stopped talking and looked at him before sighing.

"Honestly, I think I'd just be easier to show you." She said before she swept her hand in front of her. Logan saw nothing for a moment and he turned his head to look at Annabelle, only to find that the shorter girl wasn't with him anymore. He looked straight ahead and immediately horribly terrifying images circled around him. He felt tears stream around his face and he desperately wanted to make them all go away, or at least look away from them. But he couldn't. And it only made him cry harder.

He squeezed his eyes shut for the last time, then finally, he woke up.


A/N: MWAHAHAHA! You all hate me now? I bet you all do. I know I do! XD Yeah, I have no idea where this even came from... Anyway, I know it's been a WAY long time and I apologize- I've just been beyond busy the last two months, and now a week into summer break and I'm STILL busy! Plus to be perfectly honest I've had writers block as well so… yeah. I know this is short and I apologize for that too. I'll try updating quicker. Thank you to everyone who supports this story, I really do appreciate it. Please keep hanging in there, I'm trying. ;)