Part 1: Logan

Chapter 3

(A/N: This chapter is short, I know. Get over it. It's important.)

I couldn't see anything... Everything was pitch black, like... Like I was blind. For all I knew, I might have been. …

But I could still feel. I felt the raindrops like they were hard, ice cold drops of hail, and I felt something that would have probably been fluffy if not for the rain rub up against my leg. It shook vigorously, splashing water all over me (but what difference did it make?) … It must have been a dog.

And I heard the dog... I heard it whimper... Not like it was in pain, but like it was... Emotionally hurt. Sad. I never knew animals could feel… I also heard other voices—human voices. Voices of all ages, young and old. Too many were unmistakeably crying...

Where was I? Why couldn't I see anything? What was going on?

I started to panic, and swung my head from side to side... Couldn't anybody else see me? Were they blind too?

"WHERE AM I?" I shouted, in vain. No sound came out. Then I saw something...

You know, it was one of those things that nobody wants to see, but has to eventually...

A coffin. An open, sleek, wooden coffin. Surrounded by blue roses. …

I couldn't see who it was who had... died... So I walked over to the coffin...

… She looked so peaceful. She looked like she died in her sleep, but... She looked so young to have died in her sleep...

I gasped as the dreaded realization came over me...

I suddenly caught a strong wiff of death, like a decomposing body, and a bitter taste like vomit rose in my mouth. I'm sure that if I could see, my vision would have spun in circles...

No. No... It couldn't be... NO! "NO!" I staggered back, and tripped backwards...

Right before I hit the ground, I shot upright and awake in a clammy daze. I realized I'd been crying in my sleep...

I gasped and clutched my stomach as wave of nausea rose over me and my vision swum... I put my hand to my mouth as I felt vomit rise in my throat, but it passed. I panted for a moment, then I was able to think straight.

I looked around... It looked to be just before dawn.

… I couldn't remember who was in the coffin...

"What a weird dream...," I muttered.

Suddenly, Kendall started thrashing around in his sleep... "No... No, don't use me to..." I leaped up and ran over to Kendall and started shaking him awake. When he woke up, he yelped, then looked at me with scared eyes, and said, shivering, "... But I don't wanna be a rainbow carrot to be used as a cowboy's toy gun bullet to kill the evil demon sheriff named Gustavo..."

I laughed softly. "What are you talking about?"

Kendall seemed to take a moment to gather his senses, and replied, "You know, I have no idea... What time is it?"

I shrugged. "Probably about 5:30?"

Kendall yawned, stretched, and got up rather sluggishly. He said, yawning, "I'ma' go mae' some... coffee... I don't know if I can go back to sleep after that nightmare."

I giggled. "Was it really that bad?"

"Dude," Kendall replied, "I was a carrot..." He shivered. "Just the thought of it gives me goosebumps!" (Kendall had this irrational fear of carrots for whatever reason... Something that happened to him when he was really, really young...)

I shrugged. "Whatever... I'll join you in a minute."

I went back to my side of our room, and sat there on my bed for a moment, and pondered over my dream... All I wanted to know was... Who was in that coffin? ...

Ah, I've turned all ominous on you guys! ;) It makes you wanna read more, hopefully.

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