Okay

So

Today started tech/rehearsal week for me

I'm so excited!!

And also incredibly nervous

I'm just in the ensemble but I'm still excited

Anyways, those of you that have performed n musicals or plays, you'll understand how stressful and insane this week will be for me

For those of you that haven't, It's a crazy hell were I spend four and a half hours every day after school at the theater

So I don't know if I'll be updating much this week

I'm really sorry about that but this week will be exhausting

Sorry

I'm questioning my sanity after writing this chapter

TRIGGER WARNINGS : suicide, self harm (cutting), talks about hitting, fire, blood

Logan POV
I don't think I've moved this fast in a long time. Probably not since I was forced to take gym when I was younger.

But I ran to my car and drove as quickly to Patton's house as possible. Well, I didn't go over the speed limit but I tried my best.

The ten or so minutes it takes to get from the school to Patton's house were excruciating. I can't process the text I received from Patton.

Is he actually trying to attempt suicide?

Why?

I pulled into the driveway of Patton's house in record time. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt as if I couldn't breath.

My world was shattering at the thought of Patton dying by his own hand. Or just dying in general. I can't loose him.

I knocked on the door frantically, begging and wishing for Patton to open the door. Despite being an atheist and knowing quite well that science disproves any type of God, I was praying to whatever was out there to not let Patton die.

"We don't fucking have time for his bullshit!" Remy yelled. He raised his foot and kicked the door open. The flimsy lock fell to the ground with a clang.

We all instantly rushed into the house and searched for Patton. I ran up to his bedroom, terrified of what I might find.

Despite my fear of what I might see, I threw the door open. My eyes darted around the room, looking for any sign of Patton.

But he wasn't here.

I even checked under the bed and in the closet, but he wasn't in his room. I started looking around frantically. For anything.

A razor. A pill bottle. A knife. A letter. Anything that could explain to me what happened to Patton or where he couldn't gone.

I looked out of his room across the hall. The bathroom door was shut.

Quickly, I headed across the hall. I paused and gingerly set my hand on the doorknob. I could hear everyone yelling at each downstairs. Patton wasn't there.

Slowly, I pushed open the bathroom door. I let out a gut wrenching scream of Patton's name and fell to the floor.

Patton was laying fully clothed in the bathtub. The tub was full with blood filled water. Deep cuts were in his arms.

The bathroom floor was splattered with blood and a bloodied razor. His phone was sitting on the counter next to the sink.

I put a hand to my mouth to try and muffle my sobs. I couldn't my eyes off Patton. But the longer I looked at him, the more I seemed to noticed things.

There were bruises in the shape of a hand around his neck. He had a black eye, his glasses slightly bent.

"Oh my god," I heard someone breath behind me. I could hear people talking and sobbing. But all sound had turned into a muffled ringing in my head.

Emile darted past me and to Patton. He was shaking and sobbing as much as I was. He gently reached out and checked for a pulse.

But the second Emile touched him, Patton jerked awake. With a loud gasp he opened his eyes.

Patton grabbed at the sides of the tub, seeming to be in shock. He was breathing heavily, obviously disoriented.

"What...?" He mumble.

"Patton why?" I chocked out.

Patton didn't say anything for a few seconds. Looking confusedly at the bloody water he was sitting in.

"I didn't do this," He said, confusion evident in his eyes.

"What?" It was my turn to mumbled.

"You sent us a goodbye text!" Virgil yelled, clearly upset. "You're sitting in a tub of blood! I know what those cuts are!" Virgil was shaking badly and Quinn flinched at Virgil's tone.

"I didn't do this!" Patton repeated.

"Patton you're obviously in shock, please calm down," Emile said, gently trying to calm him.

"No! Jackson was here!" Patton yelled. "He showed up when I tried to leave for school."

"What are you saying?" Roman asked.

"Jackson did this," Patton sobbed. "He kept yelling at me. He made me hurt myself. He wouldn't stop screaming these horrible things until I cut. I remember him hitting me with a book and that's it. I don't know how I got up here. I don't remember texting anyone."

We all started dumbfounded at Patton. I couldn't process what he was saying in my head.

"You didn't try to kill yourself," I whispered. Patton nodded a bit, shaking badly.

I quickly rushed over to him and helped him from the tub. I cradled him in my arms while he just cries.

"What did he do to you?" Remy asked. There was a look in his eyes that said we all thought the same thing.

"He just kept hitting me and yelling. He chocked me at one point." Patton mumbled. "I tried to call someone for help and I managed to get ahold of Evan...EVAN!"

Patton jumped up out of my arms but stumbled a bit from blood loss. I quickly got up to help him.

"Evan came to try and help me," Patton rambled, sobbing now. "Jackson knocked him out and then took him somewhere. I don't know where."

"What?" Damien hissed, a murderous look in his eyes. Quinn was holding tightly to Damien, looking on the verge of a PTSD episode.

"When he hit me...I remember being on the ground. Everything was fuzzy and I couldn't hear but I saw him pick up Evan and leave," Patton mumbled, his brow furrowed as he tried to think

"We have to find him,"  Damien said. 

"But where could he be?"  Remy asked.  "This town is tiny but those woods out there could hide a body for years."

"Don't say body!"  Quinn yelled, his voice high and panicky.  "He can't be dead!"

"Jackson said he was hanging out with someone at the abandoned house in the woods,"  Roman mumbled.

"What abandoned house?"  I asked.

"There's an old farm house over by the graveyard.  Been abandoned for like forever,"  Remy answered.

"We have to go know," Damien said.

"Patton needs help first," I argued, glancing down at Patton's still bleeding wrists.

"Every second we waste here, Evan could be getting hurt or beaten or raped by that fucking sociopath Jackson!" Damien yelled.

"Damien," Virgil said, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. "Let Patton change and bandage those cuts. Than we can all go try to find Evan."

Damien huffed a bit and crossed his arms. I sighed and hurried Patton back across the hall and to his room. I walked back to the bathroom after making sure Patton was okay multiple times.

Everyone headed back downstairs and to our cars. I gathered some peroxide and bandages from the cabinet beneath the bathroom sink.

Patton had completely stripped and put on a new pair of boxers when I returned. I blushed and adverted my eyes until he finished getting dressed.

He now wore a pair of jeans and a big baby blue sweater.  We sat down on his bed and I gently cleaned the many cuts on his arms.  Than I bandaged them carefully.  When I was done, I pressed little kisses to them.  I know it's illogical but I know Patton appreciates the sentiment.

I moved to stand up but Patton pulled me in for a kiss.  I sat back down and wrapped my arms tightly around him.  We kissed for a bit.

"Okay, we have to go make sure Evan is okay,"  Patton mumbled once we pulled apart.

"Are you okay?"  I asked, ignoring what he said.  Right now I was more concerned about Patton's health. 

"I'll be fine Logie,"  He mumbled.  I looked disbelievingly at him.  "Can we at least wait until we know Evan's okay before talking about this."

"As you wish Patton,"  I told him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

Keeping our hands intertwined, we headed down the hallway and to the front door.  I gave him another quick kiss before walking outside.

Everyone was already waiting in their cars.  I got into mine, lacing my hand in Patton's once he got in.

We drove over to the cemetery silently.  Remy led the way, seeming to be the only person that knew how to get to this abandoned farm house.

Eventually we parked on the very last path in the back of the cemetery. I got out of the car slowly. I looked up at the dark evening clouds that promised snow overnight.

Patton walked over to me quickly, grabbing onto my arm. I could feel him faintly shaking still.

"The house should be about a half mile in,"  Remy said, pointing in the direction of the river.

"Lets go then," Damien said, looking into the woods frantically.

Remy led the way into the woods. I stumbled a bit over the forest floor. Well, actually a lot. These shoes weren't meant for hiking. Especially in the snow.

But Virgil was struggling the most.  He couldn't get through the snow with crutches very easily.  Roman has to resort to carrying him.

Soon I could see the hulking shape of an abandoned house up ahead.  It was a small little one story house.  All the windows were boarded up. 

Damien ran ahead but paused on the porch.  He looked into the dark house and seemed to be a little afraid.  Quinn was still holding tightly to him.

He slowly crept forwards into the old house. I stepped into the house and turned on the flashlight on my phone. Everyone followed me inside. It smelled horrible in here, and faintly of a smell I recognized.

I moved my flashlight around. The house was incredibly dark. Damien and Quinn were looking around frantically.

Than my flashlight landed on a trembling mound in the corner. It was someone with there hands tied behind their back with a rope.

Evan.

We all rushed over. Damien gently turned Evan over. The ropes around his arms had dug deep rope burns and scratches into his skin. There was a gag in his mouth. He was just in a thin skirt and shirt. He looked freezing. There were bruises and small bleeding cuts all over his arms and face.

He was shaking and trying to yell something at us. But the gag prevented him from doing so. Damien moved quickly to pull the gag off of Evan.

"Don't let him shut the door!" Evan screamed, looking wide eyed at the door on the other side of the house.

We all turned quickly to see what was scaring Evan. Jackson was standing in the doorway, holding the doorknob tightly in his hand. A lit match in his other hand. Only than did I realize what the familiar smell was.

Gasoline.

"Faggots burn in Hell," Jackson said before dropping the match.

The room exploded with flames. Jackson started laughing maniacally before slamming the door shut and locking it.

We're trapped.