Logan Greenwood
There was a pounding in the back of his head, resembling something beating a hard surface repeatedly. A childish chorus of yelling echoed inside his head.
"Logan! Logan! Logan!" The voice brought the biggest grin to his face as soon as her heard it. He sat up and smiled even wider and realized where he was. He was home. Back in his bedroom with Silas begging him to wake up, like he did, and Ceaser groaning sleepily in the bed beside him, mumbling about how he needed his beauty sleep. He was finally home.
"Silas, please! It's 5:30 in the morning!" Ceaser slammed a pillow over his ears and tried to go back to sleep. Logan, on the other hand, was too happy to even think about sleeping. Despite his eyes stinging from the light leaking through his window, he had to make sure it was all real. Quickly, the curly-haired Greenwood jumped from his bed and looked down at his hands. His pale skin revealed some veins running under the surface but they were very much visible. Throwing off his shirt, he looked down at his flat stomach and smiled. He was all there, just as Louis promised. A few tears welled in his eyes as he observed his body again. Logan rushed over to a wall mirror and looked at his face. No longer were his eyes dull and grey and his skin stretched thinly over his body, but he was the healthiest looking he'd been in a long time.
"Ceaser, Logan, open the door, come on!" Silas wined, still pounding on the wooden door. "You don't want to miss your birthday celebration, do you?" The last sentence he spoke made Logans' ears perk up. Birthday celebration? Had it really been that long?
"Alright, Silas. We're coming." Sighed Ceaser, ripping the covers from himself, obviously frustrated from the lack of sleep. "Just give me a second to regain my hearing." He sat up and messed with his ears as if he were dead. His back faced Logan and he sat for a minute on the edge of his bed. Logan stared wide-eyed at his older brother. His eyes wondered down the ridges of his spine and the light brown of his skin.
"Ceaser?" Logan muttered, almost breathlessly. He still couldn't believe that any of this was real. Any minute now, he was going to wake up in the middle of a forest completely invisible and alone. The thought of the forest made him think of his dead best friend and how not even the power of some magical being couldn't even bring him back. Reality stung.
"Yeah, Logan?" Ceaser snapped him from his thoughts and turned around. His eyebrows raised slightly when he caught Logan still staring in wonder at him. "Are you alright, Logan? You look a little...lost." Ceaser ran his hand through hair and put on a fresh pair of socks. Waiting for a response, the athlete bit his lip.
"Yeah." Logan ripped his gaze from his brother and rubbed his sore neck. "I'm alright." The truth was, he was more than alright. Logan was finally home and everything was perfect, almost just as he had left it. There were no cops persecuting him and his family and no stray Demons flooding his thoughts. It was exactly how it was supposed to be, just as Louis said it would be.
"Hurry up, sleepyheads!" Silas's voice pulled him from his thoughts and made him smile again. Logan rushed over to the door, catching another weird look by his older brother, and yanked it open. Silas grinned and handed him the most poorly wrapped present Logan had ever seen in his life. It was definitely the most beautiful thing he'd seen in a very long time.
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, dear Logan, happy birthday to you!" He sang. When he was finished, he flashed the biggest grin he had ever seen and it seemed to light up his eyes. It was really him. Not the half-tortured Silas who had dark circles under his eyes and unexplained cuts and bruises. Not the little brother who looked like he'd fall apart any second.
