New Beginnings. wolverine x reader

xviii.

The weeks slipped by in a blur of lonely moments and uneasy silences. I kept telling myself that I was just resting, that I just needed more time to heal. But deep down, I knew I was only avoiding everyone. Even Logan—his presence used to be so comforting, but now it only suffocates me with guilt. I've found excuses—claiming I was tired, or that I needed time alone to figure out the amulet situation. And each time, he let me, despite the concern in his eyes that grew more obvious with every pushback.

When I did venture out to be around others, it felt like I was there in body but not in mind. Conversations slipped by without me really hearing the words, my focus drifting to flashes of memory—the cold clink of chains, the oppressive darkness, the desperate pull of the amulet. Even in the daylight, it was like those shadows followed me, ready to drag me back into that nightmare at any moment.

So I stayed away.

I didn't want to hold anyone back or make them worry more than they already were. I couldn't stand the thought of them stopping everything just to help me through something I should be over by now. It's over, I keep telling myself. I'm not there anymore. I'm not chained to that wall, not struggling against something I couldn't escape. But Logan—he blames himself so much for not saving me sooner. Every caring gesture, every concerned look just twists the knife of guilt deeper. The only way to ease that burden on both of us seemed to be distance.

The room was quiet, almost too quiet. I sat on his bed, I guess our bed at this point, staring blankly at the wall, my mind adrift in the shadows of my thoughts. My fingers absently chased the edge of a bandage, the rough texture a small tether to the present, but even that felt distant.

There was a knock on the door, it was soft—almost hesitant but I had felt him approaching long before that. I could feel the warmth of his presence outside of the door, yet the air surrounding him was thick with concern. My chest tightened as I quickly laid down, pulling the covers up to my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would hide the tension that lingered in my expression.

The door creaked open, and I heard his familiar footsteps as crossed the room. "You awake?" His voice was low, but it carried an edge of worry that he couldn't quiet hide. I didn't open my eyes right away, instead I let a beat pass before I nodded slightly, not trusting my own voice.

Logan sat on the edge of the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip. I felt him watching me, waiting for me to say something—anything—but the words tangled in my throat. He reached out, his hand gently brushing back a stray strand of hair. "You need anything?" he asked quietly.

"No... I'm fine," I mumbled, keeping my gaze on the blanket. The lie was thin, almost transparent, but he didn't push. I could feel him wrestling with it, the urge to talk about what was really going on between us, but I wasn't ready—not yet.

He sighed softly, the sound heavy with all the unsaid things hanging between us. "Alright. I'll be right here if you need me."

The room settled back into silence, and after a few moments I could feel his weight shift as he laid down beside me. His presence was warm, comforting even, but yet the distance between us felt wider than ever. I stared ceiling above me, counting the seconds until sleep took over. I wanted to drift off without slipping back into that place, but I could feel it looming in the corners of my mind, darkness waiting to take hold.

When sleep finally came, it wasn't peaceful.

The darkness was immediate, thick and suffocating. I was back in that cold room, the scent of metal stinging in my nose. The chains rattled, their sharp clinks echoing across the empty walls. My chest tightened as I struggled against them, the metal biting into every inch of my skin it could. I could feel the pulse of the amulet, distant yet hungry as the malevolent glow of the pedestal before me seeped into the air. I could hear its whispers, demanding I continue to feed it; its voice like shards of glass scraping across my mind.

"Come back...you can't escape."

The room seemed to close it, the shadows creeped up the walls, swallowing the faint light of the pedestal. I tried to pull harder on the chains, panic rising like bile in my throat. My breaths came in ragged gasps as the amulet's pull grew stronger, it's sinister energy latching onto me, dragging me down into a void of terror and weakness.

I couldn't breath, I couldn't think. It was happening all over again—my will bending, every ounce of my strength draining, and the crushing weight of helplessness wrapping around me like a vice.

Any attempted scream was quickly swallowed by the dark, lost in the relentless pounding of my heartbeat. The walls seemed to close in, the ceiling dropping lower, pressing in on me. The pressure in my chest became unbearable, tears streaming down my face as the amulet's whispers turned into taunting laughter.

"Give in... you know you can't fight it..."

I gasped against the claws of the chains, any movement caused them to tighten around me, digging deeper into my skin. The glow of the pedestal grew blinding,  searing into my vision until it was all I could see—until there was nothing left but the crushing, suffocating darkness and that damned voice echoing in my skull.

Suddenly—there was a voice that cut through the haze. "(Y/n)! Wake up,—You're dreamin',"Logans voice was distant at first, muffled by the nightmare, but it grew louder, more insistent.

"(Y/n)!" The chains vanished, the oppressive darkness shattered by a sharp jolt as strong hands gripped my shoulders. I gasped, my eyes snapping open, tears streaming down my cheeks. I was in Logan's room, not in that nightmare. I wasn't trapped anymore—but the terror still gripped around me.

Logan was leaning over me, his expression twisted with worry. "You're safe, darlin'. It's just a dream," he murmured, his voice rough but soothing as he pulled me into his arms. I clung to him, shaking uncontrollably, unable to hold back the sobs that racked my body.

"I-I can't... I can't do this anymore," I choked out, the weight of it all crashing down on me. The fear, the exhaustion, the helplessness—it was too much. I buried my face in his chest, my tears soaking into his shirt as I clung to him like a lifeline.

Logan's arms tightened around me, placing a gentle kiss on my head before whispering, "You don't have to do it alone. We'll get through this. But you gotta let us help."

I nodded against his chest, but the words that followed felt like a stone sinking in my gut. "I think I need to face it... I need to be ready to stop the amulet for good."

His grip on me tightened, and I could feel the tension in his body as he processed my words. He let out a long, heavy breath before replying, "We'll do it together. Whatever it takes."

The resolve in his voice was clear, and though fear still gnawed at me, a spark of determination began to burn beneath it. I knew now that avoiding the problem was only making it worse. It was time to face the darkness, no matter how terrifying it was.

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a/n

time to face that shit rock guys! yippee

hope you enjoyed, see you next time,

-hazy