(I am not really sure why I even bother to come to school anymore. But at least I stuck it out today, unlike yesterday. The stares and the whispers were getting easier to cope with every day. Plus it was easier than staying home alone in Casa de Killer. There were bad memories lurking around every corner of that ginarmous house. But the memories weren’t as bad as the things my imagination allows me to conjure up. My father and Lilly. Together right in front of my nose and I never noticed. I should have...payed more attention. Maybe then, I would have been able to save her.)
::Logan shakes his head and tries to put Lilly and his father out of his mind.::
(I am not sure why I still miss her so badly. It’s not like she ever loved me. Not in the way that I loved her. But, I always knew that. Still. I would have died for her. Part of me did die, when that bastard bashed Lilly’s head in with that ashtray, and I still haven’t figured out how to pull together the remaining pieces.)
::He passes Weevil and his motorcycle which is parked next to Logan’s X-terra.::
::And...apparently I am not the only one whose thoughts are still full of someone who has been dead for years. Did Weevil just mumble Lilly’s name? Normally I'd just ignore him, but he there is one thing he and I have always shared, no matter how begrudgingly.::
Weevil: "Are you okay, dude?" Then he mock whispers "Do you see dead people?"