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-So you said Swear to me. And I swore to you and I lied-
-You Remind Me Of You by Eireann Corrigan
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Logan fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. The picture in his hand slipped through his fingers to the carpeted floor below and he rolled over onto his side falling into an even deeper sleep. The picture showed the face of a pretty girl with brown hair and white bangs, she was smiling at someone off camera her head tilted to the side a little.
Logan moaned in his sleep and thrashed about, images of the same girl flashed threw his mind like his own personal horror movie. He could see her face smiling up at him and then she was screaming, screaming in both fear and pain as she tumbled to the ground.
~'Marie!!'~ He saw himself screaming her name with an outreached hand, bright red blood pooled around her still form before he could reach her, ~'Marie!! Please open yer eyes!'~
As he fell to his knees her body vanished and he was not sitting in one of the chairs in Xavier's office.
~'It's not your fault… You had no control over him...'~
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The clock read 3:05 AM and Kimla couldn't sleep, with a frustrated sigh she tossed the blankets off of her self and stood up. Her arm and leg itched underneath the gauze; slowly she sank to her knees onto the floor and unraveled the bandage on her arm. A half-inch long freshly healed wound contrasts the paleness of her skin and the surrounding pink scars. She ran a finger over the cut feeling the slight tingle of pain pass through her arm, her hand jerked away from the wound at the sound of a muffled scream from the next room. She paused looking back down at her arm noticing that she had accidentally tore the wound back open and it was now spilling fresh crimson blood onto her skin.
Another cry broke her out of her trans and she carefully wrapped her arm back up before climbing to her feet and walked out into the hallway. The hallway wasn't as dark as she had thought it would be, it was actually quite bright in an eerie kind of way.
Muffled crying reached her ears from behind the door to her left. Giving into curiosity, she reached for the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open. It didn't take long for her eyes to adjust; when they did she found herself in Logan's bedroom.
Cautiously, she walked across the room to the tangled mess of limbs and blankets lying on the bed. His face was drenched in sweat and tears; she frowned brushing his bangs out of his eyes with the tips of her fingers. His face visibly softened and she pulled her hand away taking a step back away from the bed then silently slipped out of the room.
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Logan stepped out onto the porch and glanced up at the thick gray cloud rolling in, he grunted dropping his gaze to the steps where Kimla sat with a pair of headphones on. Thunder rumbled in the distance and he sighed pulling out a cigar from his coat pocket along with a lighter. He lit the cigar and took a long drag; the song playing over Kimla's headphones was just loud enough for him to hear the words.
'Don't just stand there, say nice things to me
'cause I've been cheated I've been wronged, and you
You don't know me, I can't change
I won't do anything at all'He grunted taking another drag of his cigar when Kimla pulled her headphones off and turned to him, she frowned and pressed stop on the C.D player.
"God that stinks." She muttered shoving the C.D player along with its headphones into the pocket in her sweatshirt.
She turned just as he sat down next to her and put his cigar out in the palm of his hand before stuffing it back into his coat pocket. Kimla watched in awe as Logan's palm healed up right before her eyes become perfect once again.
"How's yer arm?"
"It… reopened again last night…" She said hesitantly pulling the sleeve of her sweatshirt down past her hands.
Logan raised an eyebrow but dismissed the action and turned away.
"You have nightmares?" Kimla asked averting her eyes to the concrete step below her.
The question startled Logan and he was silent for a moment, "… Sometimes," He admitted softly his hand fisting by his side.
"About what?"
"None of yer business." He growled about to stand up but was cut off by Kimla's next question.
"Are they about that girl?"
He gaped at her for what seemed like an hour, "Why?" He grunted finding his voice again.
Kimla fidgeted with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, "You were crying… last night in your sleep… I saw the picture on the floor and assumed-"
"You were in my room last night!?" He barked anger rising.
She looked up at him, "Y-yes. You had been crying so loud…"
He glared at her, "Don't go into my room." He growled.
She nodded then stood up and walked inside leaving Logan alone on the steps, when it started to rain. He cursed loudly glaring up at the sky before heading inside the mansion.
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