Destruction (X-Men/Wolverine Fan Fiction)

Chapter 26

!! WARNING !!
There's mild self hate and brief mentioning of suicide I guess you could call it in this chapter so if you don't like it or are sensitive about it then I would advise against reading it. But it's really nothing much.

Embry, hun, you gotta eat."

"M'not hungry." I mumbled. Logan let out a sigh and the bed behind me dipped down from his weight.

"You can't go three days without eating."

"Watch me." I wiped my cheeks on the pillow and pulled the comforter up over my head.

My whole entirety ached, like taking up space was causing me pain. My chest was hurting, like someone was stabbing me.

He was silent for a while. I don't think he knew what to say. He usually got Remy to deal with me when he didn't know what to do. But Remy wasn't answering anyone's calls.

"I know how you feel, Em."

"No you don't."

"I've killed before."

"I didn't just kill them, Logan. I'm too weak for this mutation."

"No one's too weak for what they're given. You just.... I'm not good with words, Embry."

"I want to be alone."

"I'm not leaving you until you come out from under that damn blanket and eat something."

I stayed silent, thinking he'd leave if I just pretended to go to sleep or something.

But minutes turned to hours and he stayed where he was.

"I just don't want to live with this anymore." Tears came from my eyes and slid down my cheeks. "It hurts."

"What does, baby?" Logan asked softly.

"Everything."

There was silence before he stood up and I heard his footsteps leave.

Now he's gone too. Sure I'd done nothing to make him stay but....

•*•*•

There was a light knock on the door, but I didn't answer. I didn't want to see anyone.

Seconds passed and the door opened.

"Amour?"

My heart tightened upon hearing Remy's voice.

"Are ya sleepin?"

"No." I wiped my face on the blanket and brushed my hair back before pushing the blanket down to my neck so I could see him.

The sudden bright light hurt and I flinched a little.

Remy quickly pulled the curtains shut, which I was thankful for.

"How're ya feelin?" He pulled the chair from the desk over to the bed.

"Like I got hit by a bus then ran over by a train." I was too ashamed to look at him. I had picked strangers over him. He had been my rock, my strength, my everything for a long time.

"Look at me, Embry-Lynn." His Cajun accented voice spoke.

I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes again.

"Talk to me, amourex."

Pieces of my dark hair was brushed back by his fingers and I sniffled.

My eyes caught Logan in the doorway. He was watching me with an unreadable expression.

"Look at me, Em." Remy said, bringing my attention back to him. "What's wrong, baby?"