Xaiver loves you.

You chuckle lightly. “He gives me a massive headache.”

“I thought you didn’t remember him?” Xaiver asks.

“I don’t. It’s the person that I’ve comes to know…I don’t like him.”

“I don’t blame you. He’s a moron.” Xaiver deadpanned.

You can’t help but to break out in a fit of laughter at Xaiver’s monotonous voice.

“I don’t understand.” You mumble, your little laughing fit having subsided.

“He told me we were great friends, but I just can’t believe that.”

“Maybe he was different when you were friends?” Xaiver asks, kicking at the dirt road.

“Yeah, maybe.” You reply, looking back at Logan.

You finally reach the park and you see your friends quite childishly playing on the slide and teeter totter.

Xaiver half drags you to the swing, as you’ve fallen into a day dream world.

You’ve always loved to swing.

You quickly pick up speed as you pump your legs to get higher into the air.

The wind whips around you as you fly higher and higher.

The swing set shakes as you reach the peak of your swinging.

Realizing you’re too high up, you slow down and jump off the swing and land shakily on your feet.

Xaiver jumps off as well, but his knees didn’t seem to want to handle the pressure of the landing and he sank down.

You grin at him and you both speed over to the large oak tree behind the swing.

Logan grabs your arm, yet again, and prevents you from moving.

You wave Xaiver on, and turn to look at Logan with a blaze in your eyes that you know he can see.

The anger, the hurt, the burning hatred that you could feel welling inside… you knew that is what your eyes were burning with.

Why?

Why did Logan do this to you?

How could he do this to you?

Why can’t you remember him?

“Who are you?” You demand roughly, wrenching your hand from Logan’s grasp.

You don’t let him answer.

You run past him and brush past Xaiver in your dash to the tree.

You shimmy up the thick trunk of the tree, climbing until you found a nice branch to move on to.

You mind stops racing as you shimmy on to the branch.

You watch as Logan shoves Xaiver roughly out of the way and tries to get on the branch you’re perched on.

Your eyes narrow.

You want to be alone with Xaiver, not Logan.

Your eyes then widen again.

Logan is bigger than Xaiver is.

He could possibly break the branch.

“No!” You yell, shifting yourself to get off the branch.

Logan frowns, possibly thinking that you were choosing Xaiver over himself.

In reality, you would.

But you feel the branch beginning to crack under Logan’s weight and you shudder.

Your fight or flight instincts are kicking in, and you want nothing more than to remove yourself from the dangerous position.

But, before you can even try to jump down to a lower, strong branch, the branch you’re sitting on gives way and you plummet to the ground below you.  

Your head is the first thing that smacks the ground.

You scream as your body makes the hard landing on the ground before the air is forced out of your longs by a heavier presence that made itself known on your chest.

You can barely make anything out as images and the light around your grows fuzzy and distorted.

You hear screams, you hear yelling.

You feel a loving brush of your cheek as the heavy weight is pulled off your chest.

But, you’re already gone.