Disclaimer: Do claims have feelings?
A/N: Thank you everyone for your kind reviews! It's what keeps me going with this story. ^_^
Notes: This chapter takes place about a week after the last chapter.
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~I'm talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talking about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind~
-Unwell By Matchbox Twenty
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Voices filled his head some angry, some happy, some sad, all familiar in some way or another. Lost in a world no one else seemed able to grasp, he laid silently in his bed just listening to what the voices were telling him. No matter how hard anyone tried to help him, no matter how many pills he took they'd always return right before he'd close his eyes and fall asleep. He used to plead with them at first, beg them to just leave him alone for one night but his cries fell onto deaf ears and he was left in the roar of the crowd.
His door creaked open slowly and his eyes snapped open darting around the room until they fell on the shadowy figure walking up to the side of his bed.
"Madison?" He voice cracked and he sat up.
She nodded walking over to the window opening the curtains allowing the sun to shine through and light up the room. Logan squinted shielding his eyes with his hand, he looked as though he hadn't shaved in days and was in dire need of a haircut. Madison smiled sadly at him and sat down on the edge of the bed, "You can't keep locking yourself in here all day. It's not good for you."
Logan snorted looking away, "Not good fer me huh?" He grunted narrowing his eyes at the wall.
She continued ignoring his comment, "Come down stairs for awhile. Rogue has offered to give you a haircut even."
"I don't need a haircut." Logan growled staring at a small spider making its way up the wall.
Madison rolled her eyes, "Like you don't need a shower," She replied sarcastically while pinching her nose, "When's the last time you took one anyways?"
Shrugging Logan smashed the spider against the wall with the side of his fist causing Madison to cringe partially grossed out and partially out of pity for the poor spider.
"Guess I could use one…" He scowled at the remaining bits of spider on his hand and brushed it off on his pants.
Madison nodded, "Yes, now hop to it! I bet it'll make you feel a whole lot better!" She grinned jumping to her feet and began pushing Logan towards the bathroom, "And when you're done come downstairs so Jean can cut your hair!"
Logan growled at her over his shoulder only receiving a grin in return, "Fine…" He sighed in defeat closing the bathroom door.
Madison smiled in victory and took off downstairs in search of Rogue.
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The hot water sprayed down him fogging up the mirror and making it slightly difficult to breath.
'You're gonna drown… drown… You're gonna drown…'
Gasping for breath Logan stumbled backwards against the shower's wall trying to rid himself of the panicky feeling welling up in the pit of his stomach. Sighing in relief once the voices quieted he quickly finished his shower and got dressed. (In his usual blue jeans black T-shirt, incase you were wondering ^__~)
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"You mean he's actually goin' ta come downstairs?" Rogue asked incredulously with a shake of her head.
Madison nodded, "Yea, it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be," She sighed, "I'm just happy that he's going to finally come out."
Rogue smiled sadly, "You amaze me kid, you've been through a lot."
Shrugging Madison looked over her shoulder as Jacob entered munching on an apple while listening to his headphones. He smirked turning off the music and took another bite of his apple.
~What's goin' on?~
"We're waiting for Logan so we can give him a haircut," Madison replied with a smile, "and by the looks of it you could use one too."
Jacob shook his head, ~No way, I like my hair like this~ he replied biting into his apple.
"But it's like passed your shoulders!" Madison sighed realizing that she wasn't going to convince him.
Jacob scowled running a hand threw his hair, ~But I like it this long!~ He whined mentally.
Madison picked up the scissors off the table, "Come on, a couple of inches wont hurt it." She grinned holding up the scissors.
Jacob's eyes widened, ~Maybe later~ He smiled weakly backing up away from the crazed girl with the scissors then left the room rather hurriedly as Logan walked in.
"What was that about?" Logan grunted turning to the two snickering girls, "On second thought, I don't want to know."
Rogue smiled pulling up a stool for Logan to sit in, "Here, sit down." She gestured with her hand to the chair.
Eyeing the stool warily Logan sat down trying to tune out the voice in his head that had decided to speak up. Madison handed Rogue the scissors and pulled up a chair for herself.
"You might want ta take your shirt off," Rogue suggested receiving an odd look from Logan along with a raised eyebrow from Madison, "So you wont get hair all over it!" She rolled her eyes.
Shrugging Logan pulled off his shirt and tossed it to Madison, "Hold this fer me darlin." He smiled trying to ignore the figure standing in the corner of the room.
"Haven't seen ya for a while, how've ya been?" Rogue asked as she started cutting his hair.
Logan shrugged his shoulders trying not to move his head; he was staring at the boy known to him as James standing in the corner staring back at him.
"What do you think?" He growled in annoyance then sighed tearing his eyes away from the kid, "I've been tryin' ta clear my mind…" He admitted softly.
Madison followed his eyes back to the corner he was staring at then focused in on his thoughts trying to get a picture of what he was seeing. She gasped at what she saw and broke the connection.
"What's wrong Mad?" Rogue stopped cutting and was staring at Madison quizzically along with Logan.
"Nothing, just remembered something. It's not important though," She cringed knowing that they both were not buying it, "I read your mind Logan…" She admitted hesitantly, "There's a little kid in the corner you keep seeing. Is that James?"
Not knowing whether to be mad or what Logan simply nodded feeling an odd sense of relief, someone could see him too even if it was through his eyes.
"Who is he?" Madison whispered still picturing the boy's frightened face.
Logan's eyebrows furrowed, "I don't know…" He growled shaking his head, "I think he's me…"
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A/N: RIP little spider for you short little life came to a very sudden, brutal death by the hands… err… 'hand' of Logan.