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It started off as subtle little things that changed, like his favorite poster being tinged slightly into a light brown instead of perfectly white like he remembered. Or his shoes being in his room when he swore he left them at the front door.
But now? bigger things are changing and logan couldnt be more unsettled than he was right now. Anxiety felt hot on his skin and maybe he wanted to throw up but the others didnt know that part as they sat beside him, unknowingly.
They also didnt know hes lived through this same exact thing before; and they all died. But the worst part to him is they didnt even get a chance to react before being crushed to nothing but guts.
He felt nausea lick at the back of his throat, he cleared it, trying to shake off the feeling he couldnt quite put his finger on.
He avoided remembering the blood stained floors or the terrifying crack of his own neck as it was twisted too far.
No, no, he didnt want to remember any of that. But he had to, because he didnt know what was going on or why the others hadnt remembered. Why him? Why did he get the cruel displeasure of being able to feel his own death all over again?
Was this some sick punishment? because he felt whatever god was up there despised him for something; and the urge to drop down to his knees and start praying felt overwhelming.
Cold wind lifted his hair, moving the stray pieces out of place and left it a mess. But that wasnt as important to him as it usually was.
The red sky above him lit up their skin in some luminescent light, if he stared too hard it would look pretty. But everytime he looked at people who were supposed to be his friends, they were replaced with empty dead shells.
He hadnt stopped at all to wonder if this was what happened after death? He concluded not, that seemed too cliche. But then again, his whole situation was bizarre..
How was it possible that he had died, along with 5 other people, just to come back as if never ever happened?
It wasnt, this type of stuff only happened in tv shows and bad romcoms (like the ones tyler had made them watch,)
Whatever, how this was possible wasn't his main focus, not right now at least.
Right now, his main focus was trying to get out of this- whatever it was. He could feel it in his skin that this world, reality, whatever you wanted to call it, was not his.. original reality?
He somewhat believed in quantum theory, if this was it, he didnt like it. He hated it. He felt a bit of blood dribble down his chin, immediately wiping it away, he had chewed through his lip.
"Logan? Do you need tissue?"
The voice of taylor spooked him to the point he had almost jumped out of his own skin and splat onto the pavement way below him.. gosh, he was a mess.
He gripped the side of the wall so hard that his knuckles turned white, what was wrong with him? (other than what was happening)
"Y..Yeah, please. Thank you,"
His voice shook, he cringed at how horrified he sounded at a simple question. She gave him a concerned glance but handed him a tissue nonetheless. He knew she was.. real, but did he? He exiled that thought from his head, of course she was real if he was applying what little he knew about the whole quantum jumping thing..
He dabbled the tissue on his lip, soaking up the drippy blood. The small wound was still slightly raw, so it burned.
He didnt care about that, he had to actually try and recall every little detail about yesterday- even if it killed him inside watching them all go through that again.
He exhaled, closing his eyes and trying to concentrate on recalling the events starting from the time he woke up-
A tap on his shoulder, accompanied by a familiar face.
"Logan, dont doze off.. especially not up here. Its dangerous,"
Tyler mentioned, gesturing to the way the ground seemed to stretch even further down than it already was. Everything looked so small from atop the wall, if he squinted hard enough, the phantoms werent even there.
He shook his head slowly,
"No, i know. Dont worry, just thinking."
He finished, trying to get back into concentration mode-
"Okay, i guess-"
He wouldve glared at tyler, but he refrained. Even if this wasnt the original tyler, it was still tyler, kind of.
Anyways, back to focusing on the task at hand. He sat with his legs crossed, eyes closed and recalling certain aspects. After a certain amount of time, it all came back to him. He felt as if his reality was shifting back to it- he wrote it off as some type of mental takeback.
It faded in, slowly but surely.
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