Logan
Cold. Cold. So fucking cold. I'm so cold you can put me in a casket and call me dead. I'm tired, tired of trying to survive this hell hole. Most of all I think I'm done trying to escape. I don't have anymore strength, anymore purposes.
What about Michael?
Michael... what about him? He'll be dead soon. I know I sound like such a heartless bitch, but give me a break. I've tried. I wonder if Michael even knows I'm still alive. I wonder if Connor will at least tell him I am before he kills him.
Well, what about your parents?
They can always have another baby. I'll always love them, but I can't keep suffering like this anymore. I don't even know if I can go through with my plan. It's probably stupid anyways. I should just accept the fact I'm never getting out and learn to live with creepy ass Connor and his perverted father.
Pull yourself together Logan. You're better than this. You can't let them break you so easily, you can't let them have the satisfactory of controlling you. You can do this, you can save yourself, you can escape and get out. Besides, you have that genius plan to try out.
Ha! Genius plan. Yeah right. I've been pulling myself together. No, I've been keeping myself together. I'm tired of holding myself together, it's draining... I'm falling apart now. Ripping at the seams.
This is not over, I don't know what you need to get your head back on straight, but it needs to happen fast. You need to be out of here before Christmas and save Michael. You can do it. We can do it, I'm your stronger half that will always stay strong for you no matter what. Don't leave me working completely alone here Logan.
I'm sorry... I've been strong enough.
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Far Away
Mystery / ThrillerI breathed heavily as my feet slammed against the wet concrete. I didn't know how long I'd been running, but I wasn't going to stop until I was far away. Far away from that house, far away from that clock, far away from that room. And far away from...
