Logan Sanders One Shots

Lost- Part 2

Tw: Suicide, Nooses, Pain, Suicidal Thoughts, Negativity

Previously on Lost

Logan looked back. A shred of Patton's hoodie was caught in a branch. He walked up to it and carefully took it off the branch. Logan smiled. Patton was always so good. He knew when I fucked up, especially in Patton's room. He always knows. Logan turned back and scanned the area more thoroughly. There was another exit, leading to an old house. Logan walked over to it and peeked inside. Cobwebs were strewn over the house like a ghost's trail.

Logan walked inside. Maybe he could stay in here for a while. Until he's needed.

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Can I summon things in here? Every side would be able to sense it, but still... Logan concentrated in his mind for an object to appear in the palm of his hand. He opened his eyes and saw a rope in his hand. He smiled. The others would just assume I'm using it for something else, wouldn't they? I should summon something else to throw off their suspicions just in case though. Logan began concentrating again until he summoned a plant pot.

A plant pot and a rope may seem like a weird combination at first, but really, it's only to hang up the plant pot, definitely not a person. Logan laughed. They really were stupid. Stupid to think that if they left me alone in the forest that nothing would happen. That they didn't realise how bad I got.

A tear trickled down Logan's cheek. He stood there as more joined the fray. They splattered against the ground in a constant litter patter like rain. Logan covered his face with his hands, falling to the floor as he began sobbing. The one time he got away from the others this happens? Wow, I'm so fucking emotional. Why can't I just bottle them up? That would be so much less problematic.

Sobs filled the air. Logan curled up, his sight a blur. He was surrounded by tears which weren't going to run out anytime soon. If a tear was one time he ever was sad, he'd need a lot more tears than this. Aren't you a crybaby? You? Isn't it better to use me? Look at this little nerd, always with the technicalities. Isn't that why everyone hates you?

Eventually the sobs ended, leaving Logan on the floor. He got up, staggering. The floor creaked loudly under his feet. Logan took out his note and put it on the table. He grabbed the rope and tied it up in a noose. Luckily for him he had a lot of experience in trying nooses. Logan grabbed a chair and stood on it, placing the noose on the ceiling. You're finally doing it you fucking coward. He put his head through the rope and kicked away the chair.

The air was knocked out of his throat. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain to be over.

Logan opened his eyes to see the rope still at his throat. Nonono... I died, right?! The pressure around his throat rose until he felt the life leave his body...

...And then he opened his eyes again. Logan was stuck in this wretched cycle with no hope of getting out.

Logan lashed out with his legs, clawed the rope with his hands, struggled as much as he could.

But nothing he could do could save him from this hell he trapped himself in.