A/N: Thank you Xerios for the cupcake and review! :) And thank you Xiowolfe for the review!! Yay!! And yes, I belive both of you have reviewed for this story before... thanks again for those reivews! Lol
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Her mother had told her once, that animals didn't dream. She had been four at the time watching her dog sleep with the occasional twitch and kick of its' legs. It was just nerves in the dog's legs, he wasn't really dreaming. When she was five she was labeled an animal after a routine checkup from the doctor.
Locked in a room-like cage with a water bottle and a dish of food, she was treated much like the dog she had once loved, only worse. The only thing that kept her from believing that she was indeed an animal were the dreams, the nightmares that plagued her in her sleep. She was a human because her mother had told her that only humans could dream.
Logan, having trouble sleeping like every other night, was prowling the hallways when he heard the scream come from Liz's room. He paused in mid step and stared down the dimly lit hallway, another scream echoed down the hall. He could just feel the fear radiating off it, it lingered for another moment then died down. Silence swallowed the hallway soon after, Logan grit his teeth together and turned around and headed in the opposite direction.
Screaming, Liz tore her eyes open and scrambled up falling off the bed in a heap of sheets and blankets. It took her a full minute to realize where she was and to catch her breath. Swallowing thickly, she shakily climbed back onto the bed and sat cross-legged staring at the door across from her. After a moment the door slowly opened and a girl with long brown hair walked in.
"I heard you scream." She whispered, her voice hinting no emotion whatsoever, her face even remained emotionless.
Liz looked away, somehow she knew this girl but she couldn't even begin to think from where, "Nightmares." She replied glancing back up at the girl.
The girl nodded, her hand still on the doorknob, "You don't know who I am." She stated releasing the knob and clenched her fists at her side. Logan had to be wrong; he couldn't possibly think that she was her mother.
"Should I?" Liz winced inwardly squeezing her eyes shut from reflex; slowly she opened them again. She suddenly felt guilty at the look that crossed over the girl's face, disappointment.
It lasted only a moment, the girl shook her head her face snapping back to the emotionless mask she had on before, "No," Her gaze fell to the floor as she stepped back, her hand reaching back up to the doorknob, "You okay now?" She asked around the lump forming in her throat.
Liz nodded hesitantly and watched silently as the girl gave her one last look before closing the door. She suddenly felt a chill tingle up her spine and pulled the blankets closer to her body. A thought suddenly came to her; she turned towards the nightstand and spotted both a phone and a clock. The clock read 3:05 A.M, too late to call anyone. But the urge was too strong and she grabbed the phone off the receiver and stared at the numbers on it. A phone number suddenly came back to her and she dialed it and held the phone up to her ear, it rang. She gripped the blankets with her free hand suddenly feeling nervous and shaky.
'Hello?' A groggy female voice answered the phone; she could hear something click in the background and the rustle of blankets.
Liz swallowed finding that her mouth had suddenly gone dry, "Hello, is this Mrs. Jan Blake?" She bit her lip silently hoping that after all these years they hadn't moved.
There was silence on the other line for a few moments then a sigh, 'Isn' it kinda late for a solicitor to be calling?' The woman asked angrily, a man's voice piped up in the background, Solicitor?
Liz pulled her knees up to her chest, "I'm not a solicitor. Are you Jan Blake?" She said softly unable to stop her hands from trembling.
'Then who are you?' The woman was beginning to sound annoyed she then added, 'And yes, I'm Jan Blake.'
Tears suddenly spilled out from Liz's eyes, she sniffed softly, "Why?" She whispered closing her eyes, "Why would you do it?"
Jan must've turned to the man, her husband, in surprise because a confused What? was whispered in the background.
'Who is this?!' Jan demanded, the man said something that Liz couldn't hear over the woman's shouting.
Suddenly the man was on the phone, 'Hello?' He asked over his wife's shouting, 'Who the hell is this?'
Liz held back a sob, "Dad?" She whispered haltingly as fresh tears running down her face.
The man gasped and Jan suddenly went quiet, 'What kind of sick joke is this?' He demanded, 'I have no children, my daughter died when she was five in a car accident!'
"My God Dad," Liz leaned her head back against the headboard, "Is that what she told you? It's me Liz." Her voice trembled with unshed tears; she took in a shuddering breath as she waited for her father's reaction.
It's a lie. Jan, her mother hissed in the background, Lizzy's dead. She's dead Frank, she's dead.
'You can't be my daughter.' The man, Frank, replied finally in an emotionlessly cold voice.
Liz choked on a sob, "Dad." She cried before the phone line went dead, "I'm not dead," She whispered still holding the phone to her ear, "It's me…"
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A/N: Was it just me... or did Logan seem like a jerk in this chapter? Please review!