Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 57

"Katherine, you still have to go to school." I hear Alices voice ringing through the protective cover of my sheets.

I don't say anything. Unlike other times when I've pouted and been grumpy and angry; this time I'm nothing. I am nothing but a shell of an emotionless facade, nothing left of me.

Logan took everything away with him the day that he left.

7 days ago, an entire week.

7 days without Logan.

7 days since I've left my bed.

7 days since I've spoken.

7 days since I've had my heart ripped brutally from my chest.

"It's fucking unhealthy." I hear Alice groan into what I'm assuming is her phone. "No. No, she won't even speak to me. If you want, fine. It's not like she's going anywhere." Alice peeks her head in my room.

"You have a visitor coming."

I don't nod, I don't say anything. I know it isn't fair to take out my sadness on the people around me, but there is no other place to put it. The pain I feel is over whelming. It's overflowing from me into the outside world, and there's no way to stop it.

"Good talk." Alive grumbles before marching down the stairs.

I hadn't left Logan and I's room since that day. I was trying to soak in whatever was left of him. Whatever scent still lingered in the sheets, or whatever clothes he didn't take from the closet. The way he even left his pack of gum on his nightstand.

This room was the only thing left that held a part of him, and there was no way in hell I was leaving.

"Hey, doll." I turn my head around to see Mason walk in.

I turn away, the sight of him reminding me of his best friend.

"Doll, don't be like that." He whispers nicely, to which I turn around and make eye contact.

"Alice wants me to talk to you, she doesn't think your reaction is healthy." He says in a monotone, my nostrils flaring.

"You know Logan wouldn't want you like this, he-"

"I don't give a flying fuck what Logan would want." I tell him, my voice cracking from the use.

Masons eyes hold a mix of emotions; some glad that I spoke and others not liking what it is that I said.

"What about what Alice, or me, or even you want? You know you don't want to spend the rest of your life in this bed, doll." He assures me, pleading.

I shake my head, "I planned on spending the rest of my life with Logan."

He sighs, grabbing my hand in what he thinks to be comforting. "I know, and obviously you're going to be upset. I just think it would be good to get some life in you."

Life? Logan took that part of me with him.

"I don't have anything else to live for, Mason." I admit, a string of tears flowing freely down the side of my cheek.

"Yes you do. Don't let Logan take that away from you." He pleads, his hand running soothing circles on my own.

Don't let him take that away from you.

Where is your goddamn fight, Katherine?

I nod, not saying anything else. I'd spoken enough for the moment. It seems dramatic, pathetic even. But I couldn't care less. Logan was my life, my reason, my purpose. With that gone, I've lost all drive.