Also sorry for the 'small' rant at the end

Logan's POV
I sigh and ruffle my hair, leaning against the bench. I probably looked terrible. I feel terrible. Patton, the only person I have ever loved, is sick. I don't know what to do! I should know what to do! I'm the smart one! In my small fit of rage I take off my glasses and toss them onto the grass beside the bench I was sitting on. I rubbed my face in frustration only to notice tears had made their way down my face. I felt Roman half hug me, I could feel him shaking. We were both crying now, Roman still half hugging me while leaning against me.

Romans POV
I leaned against Logan hugging him weakly. And crying. I was weak for crying, but I couldn't help it. I can't help but think about that night and how it's affecting all of us. How it's affecting me. I'm supposed to be this strong unbreakable figure. But here I am, broken and defeated. Im crying, like the weak, worthless person I am.

No. Your not worthless. Your not weak.

I was confused. But I believed the words, it was like listening to the feeling of a petal, so soft, so welcoming and calming. I'm crying and that's ok. I'm ok for not being ok.

I wish Virgil and Patton could think like this.

Patton POV
Virgil backed up in shock. I felt bad, I didn't mean it towards him. " Virge I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." I weakly said, but it was to late, Virgil was already pushing himself out the door. I sigh. Then tears fall slowly down my freckled face as I start to cry. I wanted to scream, I wanted to punch the wall, I wanted talk to Logan.

Yeah. That's what I'll do. Talk to Logan.

I call for a nurse and ask if she could call for him. She said she would.

I'll be able to talk to Logan. I let out a content sigh, I won't be alone.

But I was wrong. I'm never alone. The voice is always their.

Puke. Cut. Puke. Cut. Puke. Cut. Puke. Cut. Puke. Cut. Puke. Cut. Puke. Cut. Puke. Cut. Puke. Cut. Puke. Cut. Puke. Cut. Puke. Cut. Puke. Cut. Puke. Cut. Puke....

I try to fight it till Logan gets here. Keyword, try.

Logan's POV
( I could've done Romans POV, and leave you on a small cliffhanger, but I didn't wanna be mean to you lovely people next time no mercy * evil laughter*)

I nod and stand up as I was wanted by Patton. I hurry to his room. Oddly Enough I pass Virgil, he looked distraught. But Patton needed me right now so I had to hurry.

I get to his room, he's on his bed hands flying through his hair, his breathing laboured. I immediately go and comfort him. His tears slowly started to dry, his breathing became easier. He hugged my tightly, " thank you." His voice sounding small, but happy. I was confused and shifted unconsciously, he sensed that. " I wanted to puke and cut." He pulled back slightly and smiled at me, his eyes wide and sparkling, "but I didn't!" He hugged me tightly again, I chuckle fondly, and rub his back cuddling him. " I love you. I'm so proud of you." He just replies by hugging me tighter. I reciprocate the hug.

We were going to get better.

570 words.

Hey! It's been awhile hehe. Sorry about that. And sorry for the short chapter.

I'm not doing better, actually getting slightly worse but it's fine.

In the next chapter I think maybe I'll have Virgil, Roman and Thomas be let out. Patton will have to stay for a bit longer.

I'm gonna work on the next chapter now so their won't be so long a gap this time.

I'm so sorry that this took so long to get out, so much stuff has been happening. But also nothing at all. I'm just so tired.

So many things have been happening with myself. And I'm just sad, tired and hungry but not willing to eat. But then I eat and feel really bad about it. It's a loop, I feel sad then I do nothing which makes me tired then I eat and feel bad then do nothing and feel sad that I'm doing nothing then eat then feel bad again and do nothing but feel sad.

It's a seemingly never ending cycle of feeling bad.

But I always say I'm fine.

And I am.

Right?

I'm normal?
I'm not insane?
I'm not psychotic?
I'm not bad?
I'm not fat?
I'm not ugly?
I'm not worthless?
I'm ok. I swear. I'm perfectly fine.

But I'm not. I'm so far from fine.
I don't feel comfortable in my own skin. And it's maddening.

I'll get better. Or at least I'll try.

Stay alive. Please.

Because I'm scared.

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