He leaned against a tree and placed a hand on his chest as he panted trying to get enough oxygen into his lungs. As much as he wanted to stay and rest he couldn't, he had to get away; he peeked from his hiding spot to see if there was anyone there. All he saw were trees. He heard a snap and turned to see a tall dark figure, before he could run, the figure grabbed his arm and pinned him to the tree. "Please; let me go."
"James."
A pair of chocolate brown eyes stared into his, quickly snapping them shut he pushed the figure as hard as he could and ran. He heard the figure calling his name and kept running, his legs started to sore from the run and his lungs were on fire, but he didn't care, he needed to get away. After running past a tree he was suddenly falling, he moved his arms trying to desperately grab onto something to catch his fall. He heard a yell of his name before he felt an intense pain on his back and a loud snap before everything went black.
Opening his eyes he started gasping and placed a chest on his heart as it was going a mile a minute. He quickly closed his eyes and started to breathe in and out until he calmed down and breathed normally.
He patted the side of the coffin until he felt something hard and smooth and pressed it, squinting he turned on a small light Logan gave him in case he woke up from a nightmare. With the back of his hand he rubbed the sweat off his brow and held the blanket tightly close to his chest, he made a mental note to tell Logan to turn on the air a bit more in the coffin while he slept. He got up on his elbows and reached underneath the pillow for the journal and a pencil. He turned and laid on his stomach, he grabbed the light and placed it near his book and began to write his nightmare. He would rub the back of his neck whenever he wrote about that part of a loud snap he heard before he woke up and the dark figure. Placing his chin in his hand he furrowed his brows when he remembered seeing a pair of chocolate eyes; that was the first time he ever saw anything human on his pursuer. It was usually a shadow chasing him in the woods, it would occasionally say his name and try to grab him, but he would always get away.
He sighed when he felt a heavy pressure behind his eyes; he tried to finish his dream, but his fatigue quickly overwhelmed him and he was soon sleeping on his arms on top of his journal with his pencil lightly hanging from his hand. The light suddenly turned off on its own leaving the sleeping hazel eyed boy sleeping in the dark.
Logan opened the coffin to see James sleeping and lying on his stomach, he noticed he was on top of his journal and a pencil was a few inches away from his hand. He sighed and gently shook his shoulder. "James."
There was no response.
"James."
He groaned and buried his face in his arms; he heard a muffle reply, "five more minutes; Logie."
With a smirk, he leaned down and kissed the back of his neck; James moaned slightly and moved to give him more access. He chuckled a bit and kept peppering his skin with kissed until he reached his ear and gently bit it, "time to wake up, sleepyhead."
He pulled back when James groaned and opened his eyes, "why'd you stop?"
With a chuckle he helped James sit up and pecked his cheek, "time to face the evening."
He yawned and stretched his arms, "I feel like a vampire and I'm not saying that because I sleep in a coffin."
"How did you sleep?" Logan asked, even though he knew the answer.
James sighed, "I had a nightmare…again."
The brunette grabbed his hand and kissed his forehead, "will it make you feel better if I make pancakes for night-breakfast."
James nodded with a wide grin, "yes! Let me just shower and get dressed real quick."
"Alright," he helped James get out of the coffin. Logan closed the coffin lid and watched James leave; he walked to the doorway and saw James walking up the stairs to the second floor bathroom. He guessed he had at least an hour and a half to get food ready in the table and enough time to read his dream journal. Ever since he found out about his nightmares he wanted to talk to him to find out if it were his memories, but James refused, the brunette was upset he didn't want to open up, but quickly got over it guessing it was his previous feelings before he lost his memory.
Not wanting his love to keep it bottled up and to find out what more about his psyche, he walked back to the coffin and opened it to see his journal still open. He already knew that in every dream he had it involved running in a forest and having the sensation of being in mid air falling down and landing painfully with a loud snap. Going to the new page he read his nightmare and was relieved to know that it was the same one at the others, when he reached the end of his nightmare he clenched his teeth and gripped the book tightly in his hands.
"Damn it," he quickly placed the journal back where he found it and closed the lid then went to the door under the stairs and quickly went inside.
After James took a shower making sure to shampoo and condition his hair to perfection and wash his body, he got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He grabbed a small towel and gently dabbed his wound on his temple before he took out a first aid kit from the bottom sink cabinet and opened it to get small band aids and the ointment. After applying them and blow drying his hair he put everything away and then went to the guest bedroom where his clothes were.
After changing to a pair of black boxers, dark blue skinny jeans and a gray shirt he put on his socks and black converse he left the guest room and took out his lucky comb and began combing his hair. He froze when he saw a dark shadow out of the corner of his eye and turned to see no one there; shaking his head he put his lucky comb away and began his descent down the stairs again.
He gasped when he saw the shadow again in the corner of his eye and turned to see nothing; he felt goose bumps on his arms and began to rub them. His temple throbbed lightly making him wince, he felt his blood turn icy cold when he felt someone behind him, the last time he felt threatened was in his nightmare. He slowly turned to see his lifeless self, wearing the same clothes he was and his neck dripping with blood, with his pale expressionless face, his eyes widened and he began to walk backwards in fear. "This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening," he repeated under his breath.
He watched him turn and walk to the door beneath the stairs, James's jaw dropped in shock when he saw him walk through it like it wasn't there.
"James!" he turned when he heard his name being called to see Logan walking toward him. "I have your night breakfast ready."
He didn't respond. James vision started to blur and he felt his own legs shake a bit unable to hold his weight. He wasn't sure what happened next, he heard a faraway voice calling his name and fell as if he was falling before his vision went black.
"James!" Logan yelled in fright when he saw his love's eyes roll to the back of his head and fell forward. He quickly ran to him and slid on the floor able to catch James before he fell on the ground. Quickly turning him, he was surprised to see his skin flushed and sweating and was shivering. "James?"
He saw the brunette's lips parted and moving slightly as if he was speaking, but was silent. He picked him up bridal style and started to walk up the stairs, and to his room. It was on the second door next to the balcony and across the guest bedroom where he kept James's clothes. The brunette went inside and placed him on his bed then went to his window and slightly opened it letting in cool air into the room.
He went to his bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit underneath the sink taking out a thermometer and grabbed a small towel hanging next to the sink before he opened the tap and wet it with cool water. After the towel was properly moisten; he went to his closet and took out a thin blanket before he went back to James. Logan placed the thermometer inside his mouth and under his tongue, he was surprised to see the liquid in the thermometer started to rise at an alarming rate. He took it out and read his temperature, one hundred and two point three degrees in Fahrenheit; the brunette placed the thermometer on his nightstand and folded the towel placing it on his forehead. James sighed in relief in his sleep; Logan took off his shoes before he placed the blanket over his shivering form.
He sat on the edge of the bed and took his hand beneath the blanket in his and held it tightly, "what happened James?" he asked, knowing he won't get an answer. "I lost you once; I can't bear to lose you again."
There was a faint ringing noise coming from the opened door, the brunette gave James a concerned gaze before he kissed his cheek, "I'll be back soon." He whispered and then quickly left to get the phone downstairs.
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