Brit-Babe191 - Nope, nothing wrong with fillers and every story needs a spider related hissy fit. I absolutely hate spiders! And I'll just have to re-home idiot number 2.

RogueNya - I would have done, too. Damn spiders. Yeah Rogue can argue with the best of them.

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I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself

I'm unable to play eye spy with myself and, yes I have tried for the past twenty minutes now and I've tried more than once. Oh, I know I lost the last of my marbles during the spider stomping temper tantrum or maybe the ultimate mind destroying act was climbing on to that bridge. What can I say, I'm now one wave short of a shipwreck and I don't even have an original bone in my body, that line is from a Queen song, isn't it?

Damn it, I'm so lonely. I need some company and I won't be fussy, I promise. Is there anyone out there who just wants a friend? If so, I'm your girl. We can get together and chat a little, have a good old gossiping session, swap clothes, paint each others nails, do what all best friends do, and then I can drink you under the table. We'll both be three sheets to the wind and not have a care in the world.

No don't start complaining about a hangover. Okay, how about this, we stay drunk. See its easy, no headaches, no shoving your head down a toilet spewing for England and no passing out and getting kidnapped. If you want to avoid a hangover, you stay drunk. That way you'll be able to fight off any would be gruff and feral kidnappers who claim they only have your best interests at heart but once again dump your ass when something more important appears on their radar.

Now, onto the next subject matter; Where the hell has Logan gone? Well, last night after my spider stomping temper tantrum turned into a, I feel like utter crap so lets start on Wolvie type situation, he took off and I came and sat inside beside the shacks log burning fire all teary eyed and remorseful.

I hugged my knees and cried wishing all these shit filled circumstances would all piss off and I could have a simple life, a life where my big mouth wouldn't be allowed to run amok and cause so much unnecessary pain to my loved ones.

I don't hate Jean and I was never jealous, honestly I wasn't. I had no right to be, what was Logan to me? He wasn't my lover, boyfriend, husband or fiancée and he's no relation, I was just a slip of a girl that forced her way into his life and then preceded to fuck it up.

Its just that after her first so called death I felt slightly abandoned and after she died the second time I was happy. No, not because she died, I would never ever think that. I'm not callous but I was content with my life and if truth be told, I don't think that Jean would have been able to live a charmed life knowing what had become of Scott and the Professor. I'm not a cold hearted bitch but sometimes words are better off being unsaid and that brings me back to Logan, I should never have said those awful things to him. I'm just not myself at the moment.

So, I need to explain to you why I'm categorically lonely, comfortless and I feel like I'm in solitary confinement, as well as unloved, friendless and once again abandoned.

Well it goes a little like this, last night I patiently waited up for Logan, he walked in, wouldn't look at me, wouldn't talk to me, wouldn't listen to me and then his communicator rang and he left.

Can you see where this story is headed? Oh, I'm sure you can. I woke up this morning and thought to myself, I need to apologise to Logan and I'll do whatever it takes to make him listen to my heartfelt apologies and a guy with enhanced hearing can only put up with so much.

I walk into the kitchen and what do I find? Nope, no Logan, I am currently Logan-less and will be for the foreseeable future if the note I found has anything to do with it. At least he left a note this time, so I can't complain too much. Anyway the note read: Gone on a mission.

So here I am sat on the porch steps absolutely freezing my ass off and waiting for him to return. I need to make things right between us again and I know he won't be a pushover this time. I just don't know what to do with myself, I can't find any logs for the fire, there's no can opener for the canned food and I don't even know how to cook anyway. What the fuck is the point, why fight destiny? I fucking give up.

Okay, its the second day and there is still no sign of Logan and I have stopped playing eye spy with myself. A step in the right direction, don't you think?

Just picture this, a horse drawn cart and a driver wearing a top hat pass you by. I'm so hungry I would eat the horse, use the cart as fire wood and chase the hat wearing driver around the woods just to give myself some purpose in life, do you find that weird at all?

Its day three and I'm experiencing the hunger pains from hell. I'm used to there always being food when I want it, what I wouldn't give for a Big Mac with large fries right now. Shit, I'd sell my own organs on the black market. I'm so tired, I just need a nap…

Ugh, it's day four and I accidentally slept day three away, not that it mattered of course. All I missed though was another snow storm and that's hardly news worthy information, is it. I have searched high and low again for a can opener, a knife or anything that can possibly pry open a damn metal can but no such luck. I even tried throwing the can against the wall numerous times hoping that would help, when it didn't I dissolved into hysterics and fell to my knees in tears. What on earth is wrong with me now?

Today is day five and the shittiest day of my life. Why didn't I have Logan arrested for kidnapping charges when I had the chance. Its probably a good thing that he took the mansions car with him on his adventures or I would have attacked it with the fire poker. Now I have a decision to make, I either stay here and starve to death (No joke or sarcasm involved. I need food and I need it now) or I walk to the nearest village or small town. I know we passed one at the foot of the mountains.

It's still day five and I have left in search of the little village we passed during the car ride, it can't possibly be that far on foot, can it?

Okay, I really should have listened when Logan taught my class all about surviving the elements when you have fuck all with you except the clothes on your back and some change in your pocket. I never thought I would become the one stranded though, especially not by Wolverine's doing. What the fuck was he thinking? He can't just haul my ass out here and then leave me to rot. He said so himself I can't look after myself and I say this current situation reeks of just that.

As I step carefully through the snow carpeted woods surrounded by trees that all look the freaking same, I can't help but cry out "I hope you're happy now, asshole!", Because I have no alcohol or drugs to be corrupted by out here, I am at one with nature and it sucks. Oh, I wish I was at the God damn mansion.

While I rub my hands together attempting to keep myself warm there are two thoughts that are continuously running through my mind , Christ I'm going to die out here and when I do, I'm coming back as a ghost and I will unashamedly haunt Logan's ass until the day he dies.