It's Always You ~Loscar~

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TW
Mention/actions of SH
The start and end of it will be marked with a line of checkered flags. 🏁

(Logan's POV)

A. Albon

14:21

You always fuck everything up, you never think of others I don't even know why James signed you for this year.

14:23

You never help me or the team. You can't even have a good qualifying at your HOME Grand Prix, how can someone be such a failure?

14:25

If you can't even get good results for yourself, how do you think you'll be able to get anyone to respect you?

00:08

Alex, can you just leave me alone? I get it, you don't like me and I don't like you, but there is no need to tell me what I already know.

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00:13

Oh my god Logan, stop being such a bitch about this! Just man up and admit you only got your seat by a god damn good stroke of luck. I swear sometimes everyone would be better off if you just killed yourself, or cut so deep you bled out on your bathroom floor where no one would ever fine you.

As much as I hated Alex for all of the lies he's told me and the media, his last text wasn't wrong, but it just made me feel numb.

I hate feeling numb, I hate not feeling anything, I just want to feel. The only way to do it is in my bathroom cabinet. That slim shiny silver blade that's seen me thought countless years.

The feelings it brought back to me after being told how I was useless from the other kids at the karting track. How the colour of crimson red became my favourite colour.

Now standing in the bathroom looking back at my reflection, I knew Alex was right. I do f even remember grabbing the blade, but it found its way to my hand, just like if always did.

The few cuts on my arm turned to 100 cuts on both arms. The more I cut the more I felt, but the wooziness caught up to me.

I didn't want to stop but I know I needed to if I wanted no one to find out. Even if they did, not one would bat an eye to it. Except Oscar.

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What was I doing? I could do this to Oscar, he didn't deserve this. I need to stop. Shit shit shit!

Lucky I always kept my bandage next to everything else. Quickly wrapping my arms as best I could. I ran out my room to try and find where he could be staying.

Honestly, I was so desperate that I was banging on all of the drivers doors in hopes I would knock on him sooner rather than later and he would come to help me.

What happened in reality could only be described as devine intervention. The first door I knocked on, opened almost immediately, to reveal Oscar in his boxers with a blanket draped over his shoulders.

"Logan? What do you need, it's the middle of the-"

"Oscar?" I could feel the tears flowing down my face.

I knew it was pathetic, I was pathetic. Yet being with Oscar could never make me feel pathetic.

"What happens to you? Why is there so much blood?"

"Help... me..." is the last thing I remember saying before my vision goes black and I feel warmth and arms carry me away.

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So, what do you all think? Yay or nay to this chapter? Sorry if it's a bit heavy but I've had this chapter in mind for a little while and it helps the story along so well.

Quali? Wasn't expecting Red Bull or McLaren to do well, yet McLaren manage to do a FRL?! Then once Lando puts it on pole he says how BAD that lap was? Kinda scary.

Anyways, enjoy my lovelies!
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