I knew what I'd done as soon as the door closed. "No, Logan... Please!" I pounded against the door, my heart thumping, hands shaking, head breaking. I slid to the floor, gripping my head in sheer frustration. "You stupid girl!" I looked at the scars, the designs, the dots, the lines, they all meant something, but something I couldn't remember. I had put my life, his life, my hopes, my dreams, his hopes, his dreams, in my hand. I had dropped them to the floor and crushed them. I couldn't pick up the pieces. I looked around the White room, suddenly realising how bright it actually was. The bright light bounced off every inch of the room, making it seem more intimidating. The only furniture that stood was a steel table and chair, making the room more terrifying. I stood myself up, and turned to face the door. My blood was painted across it, and my wrists now stung with the pain. I let down my red hair, remembering seeing myself in the mirror earlier today. My heart shaped face was daintily spotted with freckles, and my red curls had been combed back into a loose bun. I always had my hair the same way. A few curls dangling, free and wild. I smiled that morning, not only with my pink mouth, but with my glassy amber eyes. Today was supposed to be a great day, full with laughter and sun. Instead it was full of running, ripping, blood, screams, innocents... Because of me, my lover, Logan is cursed to have the worse punishment to be put upon him. I don't want to miss his over enthusiastic laughter, they way his silver eyes told secrets he dare not, his one freckle between his two brows, the way he would always have his straight brown hair the same way, always. "Logan..."
I woke up slowly, bright lights attacking my senses. Holding myself up by my elbow, I studied where I was. Still there. I looked at the door, my blood now dry and black. "Logan..." I whispered. I supported myself with the cold, dull table, as I hauled myself up and looked straight at the door. "Oh God! I hate this!" I screamed, clutching my head in my hands, hiding myself away from the symbol, the symbol on the door. I looked up. "No more. No more torture!" With new strength, new power, coursing through my veins, I charged at the door, over and over. I punched, I kicked. A hole! A hole! With sheer desperation I tore away the material, stronger than wood, but not metal, with my teeth. "I will find you Logan!" I squeezed through the gap, and was greeted by darkness, finally. My blood was hot, I could feel it, almost as if it were to burn through my veins. "I will, I will find you!" I ran.
He held me tightly in his arms, and his silver eyes looked straight into mine. I looked at his freckle, in-between his two brows and giggled. "Logan... I'm so glad I found you." I whispered, so only us could hear. We danced together, gracefully, slowly, in the forest, the whistle of the birds and gush of the wind being our music. We laughed, and smiled, talked, about things that didn't matter, just to stop that moment... "I'm glad you found me to." Logan stroked back my hair, and pulled me closer to him, resting his chin on my head. I whispered a joke, his favourite, the one that always made him laugh. It was beautiful. "The sun is setting, it looks like the forest is alight." I spoke, looking around. "My heart is alight with love, love for you!" I giggled and rolled my eyes at his ridiculous romance, but looked up at him. Our noses brushed, my fingers entwined in his hair as he pulled me closer. "Oh God... Logan, I love-" I was cut off as his lips met mine, as I tasted the sweetness of him. It felt like we melted into each other, my heart beat with his, I breathed in unison with him, the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. "Logan..." I woke up.
I cried. My tears rolled down my cheek, falling from my chin as I ran. I was going to find him. I was! My feet pounded at the forest floor, crunching leaves, snapping twigs. I ducked a branch, but tripped on a rock and rolled down a hill. I stopped myself, just short of a familiar white and gray building. "Logan... The UV lights, you'll go crazy!" I ran to the front of the building, banging on the door, screaming. "Father! You did this!" My hands bled, my eyes stung, my throat was raw. I looked at my body, covered in symbols, sigils. I remembered. "Satan, bring your army to me." I chanted, I rocked on the floor. Hours I waited, the sun fell from it's seat in the sky, the moon climbed up and took it's place. I was bathed in silver, the Amber leaves around me matched the burning flames in my eyes. I thought, I retraced every meaning of every symbol, every line, every dot... My hair fell loosely from my band, as I sat, and chanted. My anger boiled inside me, raging, a volcano waiting to erupt. I called for Him, for Lucifer, for Satan. He answered. My kind, thousands of them stood before me. Thousands of wolf eyes bore into me, calming me. They were all amber.