Searching For A Way To Remember Them
Chapter One: Losing My Grip In The Gray
Warnings: This is not a happy story. illusions to Major Character Death.
Logan was alone. He was alone. Alone.
Patton was the first one to… Patton was the first to go. Just, there one day and gone the next only it wasn’t that easy. It started with breaking glass and then Patton, Sweet Patton, the only one who’s been here longer than Logan. Patton. Patton looked at him and had no idea who he was. And then he was gone and none of them could understand.
Roman was next and he had tried so hard to be brave. He tried so hard to be the prince and face it with courage and swords. It happened quicker with Roman than it did with Patton. They found him hiding, sobbing, afraid. And then he was gone too. And he left behind a hole that no one would ever be able to fill.
Virgil saw it coming, he must have. He locked his bedroom door and Logan never saw him again. Logan never saw him again. No matter how long or loud he banged on the door. No matter how many times he tried to pick the lock. No matter how bloody and bruised his hands were he would never see Virgil again.
And Logan was alone. He was alone. Alone.
Logan never noticed just how full the mindscape was. Even when everyone went about there own business. Even when it was silent. The other’s presence radiated warmth in the walls. Now it was cold. It was cold and silent and dark. Logan stood. His legs were stiff and his hands were black and blue and he stood in front of Virgil’s door with glassy eyes.
He turned slowly and walked through the abandoned mindscape. Cold and numb. The lights above him flickered and the house they lived in seemed to be falling apart. Doors hung off half broken hinges and the walls flaked away as if hed been sitting outside Virgil’s door for decades. None of this was supposed to be possible. This should in no way be possible.
Logan passed by Patton’s room and stopped in the doorway. It looked like the whole room had been whitewashed. The color had been drained away. Now everything blended together in horrible shades of gray and white and it was all wrong.
Logan had to turn away. Had to force his feet to move down the hall that only kept stretching out in front of him, taunting him. But still, he moved, his feet weighed down by something he couldn’t see. The same weight pressed down on him hunching him over. He was so cold.
And it was only getting colder.
Roman’s room was dark and broken. His things smashed and torn and thrown across the room. Inky shadows spread through the room like they were alive. Swallowing everything up. Logan only glanced in for a moment before he was forcing his feet to move again.
His breath came out in foggy puffs in front of him.
Finally, Logan reached his own room. His own perfectly neat room that lived in shades of blues and blacks. His ceiling was lit by stars that used to swirl, forming galaxies just for him. There was a time he could stare at them for hours. There was a time they would twinkle. Now they were flat. Like specks of paint rather than burning balls of gas. Maybe this was it. He walked around his room feeling like the walls would collapse at any moment. He glanced at the books on his bookshelf and the titles were missing from the spines. He stumbled towards his bed and hid under the covers. He wanted it to just happen already. Just like it did with the others. He wanted the wait to be over.
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