Trip Down Memory Lane

Heads Up, Shoulders Back chapter 15

Patton's POV

Trigger Warnings: blood

     Roman was now walking back to his room and slammed the door. That is where the memory ended. I slowly got to my feet. My eyes hurt still from the red light the memory had created. The flashing red light in my vision was like when you try to drive a car with a cop car on the curb with his lights on. It made it very difficult to see anything, but it was still very possible.

     The transition from Roman's to Logan's lane was like ice quickly melting over a table top. The feel went from misty and moist to dry and cold. Instead of having everything stay the same color and having the memories be the side's color, the air was a dark blue color and the memories were the ones that looked regularly colored.

     Logan did such cute stuff as a kid that I had no idea about! There is this one memory that showed up of Logan teaching his stuffed toys the multiplication table the day that Thomas first learned it in 3rd grade. He used a pointer and a white board to illustrate how to use it properly. As Logan got older along with Thomas, I still found him doing the same thing in all of his highlighted memorize. 

Working, learning, studying, repeat. 

     That is what he did. Day after day. Then as I was approaching his most recent memories, I noticed something different. Logan was crying.

     He was in his room with a 5 gallon tub of Crofters, but something seemed different about this jar. He wasn't eating his favorite flavor, strawberry, or anything of the sorts. He wasn't even eating his own flavor. Before I can tell what kind of weird Crofters he was eating, it finally clicked that Logan was crying. I have been crying so much I forgot to even notice it. 

     He then turned over the jar and stared at the cover art long and hard. He was eating the new Blueberry Blast jam, which explains why I didn't recognize it. Though the jar had something on it and it made me feel something that I never did before. The bear on the jar was replaced by a picture of me.

     It wasn't a photo though, it was a drawing. I know it wasn't drawn by Roman because he has a different style, Virgil doesn't like sharing his artwork, so... Logan draw that beautiful thing. 

     The picture was used pastel colors, there was a flower crown rapped around my head, my freckles were more prominent, and it overall just looked way cuter than it had any right to be. Im getting distracted! I turned my focus back to Logan. I wish... I so so wish I was there to help. Yet, I decided that my happiness was more important than my friends. It was not.

     I watched as Logan cried, starred at the jar, then cried some more. That is all the memory was. And it was from today. He actually misses me? I miss him. I wish there was some way to get back to him, but I am stuck here in the memory for now. Somehow, Logan's memory lane was pretty short and it lead me to the orange side's lane.

     I dont know much about him, but I do have a rough idea of what he does in the mind. I have never met him though. I walked in slowly into the orange light that surrounded me like a sunrise. All of a sudden I was hit by a piercing noise. I squinted my eyes, put my head down, covered my ears with my hands and started running through his lane. The sound wasn't a sharp noise of some kind, it was the orange side screaming in most of his memories. 

     I saw the light of the outside again. I was breathing hard, the wind hit me like the feel of clothes against your skin as you put them on. The light of the sun felt good as it hit my face though. As the sun hit me, I realized I was still in my tense position. I need to put my head up, and shoulders back, and continue on my way.

Sorry this was a shorter chapter. I am working on a big project. I still hope you enjoyed though. Thank you so much for 20 followers! I can't believe that many people enjoy my stories! Love you all so much <3