AU:×
Ship: Platonic Analogical
Prompt:×
Requested by:×
Warnings: blood, self-harm, suicide, major character death.
F/A/S: Angst
POV: 3rd
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Reposting this because I forgot to edit it the first time.

Plus this is another vent chapter... That I disguised as just angst a first.

I may not update as much for a bit... I'm not in a good state of mind and I have work to do...

I mean I know deep down it won't get better because I'm the problem, not my life but... Hey, might as well stick around and be a burden on humanity a bit longer, I have to finish this course soon anyway.

Sorry guys.
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Logan didn't mean it, the word just slipped out without a second thought. He knew it was illogical to speak that way, and to be doing this to himself, he couldn't help it. There were too many voices, overwhelming voices, shouting and screaming at him.

They were telling him that he deserved the pain he was inflicting upon himself. At the beginning he tried to dismiss them, he knew they weren't real, he knew this, but they only grew louder, and louder.

He felt his chest tighten suddenly, the exacto knife on his desk was no longer an office tool. It was what he needed. He couldn't hear himself thinking, he knew this was wrong, but he couldn't hear any sense of reason besides the voices, telling him, he hurt the others... Accidental or not... He deserves to be hurt in return.

Hurt he did... the once pure silver blade of the exacto knife, now drenched in that crimson liquid. He didn't realize how much damage he was doing... The voices told him it wasn't enough...

Until Virgil found him...

Virgil's eyes widened as he entered the room, the carpet on the floor had a rather large pool of blood, in the center, Logan sat, his shirt was off, and there were nothing but scars littering his chest and arms. He hadn't noticed Virgil come in, he was in the process of making a really deep one at the top of his right shoulder. "Not enough.... Not enough..." He sobbed.

Virgil rushed over to him, grabbing onto his left hand, pulling the blade from him. "Logan! Logan Logan... please" "Not enough... I need too.... F-Fade..." Logan said in response, almost incoherently repeating that over and over. Virgil shook his head, his own panic setting in slightly. He sat in front of him, placing his hands on his shoulders softly, making Logan face him.

"Logan, Logan listen to me please... they aren't real, you don't need to do this, you don't need to fade, you aren't going too, we're okay... I know what they're saying, but you know this.. You know they aren't real, you know you don't have to do this... You know this... Please Logan... " Virgil said, realizing the state of Logan's neck, small cuts around it, not deep but there were still enough to be concerning...

"Lo... Please..." He whispered quietly, "Please... We're okay... You don't have to do this..." Logan soon enough began muttering sorries, over and over. Virgil quickly snapped his fingers, and bandages that became blood soaked in an instant were wrapped properly around Logan's chest, arms and neck. "It's okay, Logan... It's okay..." He whispered.

"I'm such an idiot." Logan goes to hit himself in the head, but Virgil's hand stops him. "No... No... Logan... Yeah we were hurt...But you didn't mean it... obviously..." He said, again snapping his fingers, the blood on the ground was gone. "Let's lay you down, you lost a lot of blood..." Logan wordlessly nodded and allowed himself to be lead to his bed, and laid down.

Virgil sat beside him, his heart hurting everytime Logan winced at the sheets rubbing against his bandaged body. "I knew it was wrong... " Logan mumbled quietly... "I knew... I know... I'm... needed... but... I couldn't control it..." He said, his voice getting quieter and quieter.

"I know, I know Logan..." Virgil whispered back, he knew what was going to happen... He was too late, " I didn't mean to lash out like that... I don't.... Understand.. Why I.... did..." Logan continued. He weakly reached out his hand, holding onto Virgil's...

"I'm... so... sor-ry...:" He croaked out, more tears slipping from his face. "It's okay, Logan... It's okay..." The slightly tight grip on his hand loosened... Virgil looked away as Logan faded. He bring himself to look at the now empty spot next to him, his tear filled eyes darted to the knife long forgotten on the floor. "Do it.." A little voice said, "You weren't fast enough... It's your fault." Virgil shook his head and darted out of the room.

He ran to Patton, he could barely explain what happened, he was just a sobbing mess.... But, both Patton and Roman understood what he meant, with just two words. "L-Logan.... Fa-ade..."

A few hours later, Thomas summoned them for something, he had the biggest smile on his face, his day had been great, but that smile quickly dropped when he noticed their expressions..."W-What happened?" He asked, all three remained silent, and looked off and down at the floor. Virgil allowing his glance to drift to the empty spot beside him. "Wait... " Thomas said,

"Where's Logan?"