Down The Rabbit Hole

five

five; Chasing Pigs is like Chasing Dreams

"You haven't seen her either?" The red haired woman asks, her brown eyes squinted in her worry. "When was the last time you spoke with her?"

The man in front of her shrugs his shoulder, chewing on a toothpick without really looking at the woman. "Who the hell cares? All I know is that she's fired this time. If you see her, give her a kick in the ass from me, got it?"

The man shuts his shop door in the red haired woman's face, causing to flinch.

No one has seen her for days. No one has talken to her in about a week. She just disappeared. Harper glances around before sticking her hands in her pockets and rushing down the street.

No one has seen her in week because Harper was to self centered to pick her up.

No one has seen Logan and it's all Harper's fault.

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Logan wakes up with drool on the side of her face and her leg throbbing. It's been almost a week and it still hurts.

Her eyes open and she thinks about falling back asleep, forgetting that she isn't home for a while.

But someone opens the door quite loudly, slamming the handle into the wall.

"Morning, miss Logan." Alfred says, quite cheerfully.

She mutter words that don't really make sense before sitting up. Her hair is a mess and she raises her hand to wipe up the drool.

"It's time to get to work, missy." He opens the curtains, squinting against the sun. He turns to her with a smile, "How does your leg feel?"

"It's throbbing." She says back with a rub of her eyes, "But I feel fine."

It's only a half lie. Her leg is throbbing and her head hurts even worse, but she's not going to let that stop her.

She's in the Wild West and she's about to live it out as long as she can.

Alfred smiles at her before putting down a bag on a chair.

"This here will have some clothes that shall fit ya." He smiles again before leaving the room.

She licks her lips before getting up. Logan catches herself from falling on her face by grabbing the bed frame.

God, it hurts even worse when she stands on it. Why did that freaking guy have to shoot her in the leg? Why couldn't it been the arm or shoulder?

She limps her way over to the clothes, seeing another dress. This time, it's yellow. She frowns lightly at the color before struggling to get it on.

After she's done, she clumsily makes her way towards where she hears Alfred singing.

She finally makes it, sitting in a nearby chair and sighing.

"What's cooking, good looking?" She asks once she sees that he's using a pan to make something.

He grins at her, "I'm making you some breakfast, little lady. We've got a whole lot to do today. It's best to be full."