Diamond In The Rough (Completed)

Chapter 1

I watched from the sides of the bar. Technically I'm 102 years old (my birthday is in two days) but I look around 16 so the bartender wouldn't let me closer to the actual bar where my long lost brother sat. He doesn't remember me. He doesn't even remember himself. Ever since that bullet went through his head he's been...distant and different. Of course that's not his fault and it should have been expected seeing as he doesn't remember. But he used to be so caring, he used to put others first, and now he's just so...*I internally sigh* he truly is a definition of a wolverine.

He moved from his stool and left a twenty dollar bill. I watch him walk out the door and after a few seconds I followed. I didn't expect him to stand at the door and attack but it happened. He tripped me and pinned me down, making me gasp for air, "Who are you and why are you stalking me?" He screamed at my face, his claws slowly showing their sleek, shiny selves.

Fear creeps up my spine as I forgot that he's no longer my brother. "Please.." I whisper. He lets my neck go and gets off of me. I instantly rub my neck and look him over. He hasn't changed much. He's just grown a beard and now has a different personality.

"Logan-" I start but he stops me and grabs my arm cutting it open in the process.

"How do you know my name?"

"I know everything about you." I spoke, truth lacing my voice.

"How?!" He demands holding tight to my arm. It hurt but not as much as my heart.

I don't know what to say. It's been so long since I've talked to him.

"Tell me!" He slightly spits on my face.

I flinch away and look into his eyes that no longer make me feel loved, "I'm your sister. Sapphire. You don't remember me. You never will." By now my arm should be healed. But now it should be getting bruised by how tight his hold is.

"If your my sister then why can't I remember you and I don't trust you?" He asks making my heart feel like it's been stabbed.

"You were shot. In the head by a special bullet. It wiped your memories." I spoke with so little voice.

Now was the time to take a good look at him. He was wearing his regular jeans, black t-shirt and leather jacket. It made him look bad ass, same old same old.

He stayed still for a few seconds before he let go, walking a few feet away, staggering a bit in the process, and turned his body away from me, "Your lying."

"Logan I wish I was. About the bullet and your memory loss but not about me being your sister." A tear fell silently down my face as I realized I may never get my big brother back.

"You used to care so much for me. You used to hold me when I was down, beat up punks who tried to hurt me, and you used to never want to let me go." I sniffed and looked down. "You used to love me..." I burst into tears and broke down then. All those years of following Logan and trying to stay strong for this day now looked like a waist of time.

"Listen kid, I don't know who you are and I've got my own problems so-" He started. But this only angered me.

"No!" I screamed. He slightly flinched from my outrage and looked at me, waiting for me to continue or possibly attack. "I did not spend most of my life searching for you then learning your new personality. I did not risk my life to follow you, to make sure your ok. I did not kill my parents for you to turn your back on me and not care. I did not spend most of my nights alone hoping for a better future only to be cut short by the very person who was supposed to free me!" I gasped for air and angrily wiped my tears away.

Logan sighed and looked away, "Look...Sophia-"

"Sapphire" I corrected him.

"Sapphire, I don't have time to find your lost brother and make you happy. Now I'll give you money so you can get a room at that hotel over there and rest." He handed me a fifty," Now...get lost kid."