You Look Like Taylor Swift

Chapter 8

LOGAN'S POV

I can't do it. I can't. I can't. I'm fat and ugly. Taylor's taking pity on me. She doesn't actually like me.

"Logan, look at me," Taylor says. I look up at her and slowly wipe my eyes.

"I just want to feel something," I whisper.

"I know sweetie, it'll get better, I promise," Taylor says.

"I don't want to do it anymore. I can't," I say, starting to sob again. Taylor gently rocks me back and forth, but I can't handle it. I start to panic again and I push myself off of her lap. I pace around crying and shaking my wrists trying to control my breathing.

"Logan, princess, come sit down, it's okay, let me help," Taylor says standing up. I can't even think. I shake my head as my sobs catch in my throat. She wraps her arms around me as I shake. She leads me back to the hospital bed. "I already know about your self harm princess. It's okay."

"Oh," I whisper. Shit. Nobody's supposed to know. People at the orphanage didn't know. Even though I'd been doing this for years.

"Let me help you Logan. Please. And Ivy told me about your eating habits," Taylor says.

"But I'm fine! Ivy's lying!" I say burying my face in my hands.

"Logan, Ivy said that she isn't eating because you don't eat. That she doesn't eat because she knows you don't. She thinks its wrong to eat because of you," Taylor says.

"What?" I ask looking up.

"Ivy thinks it's wrong to eat because you don't," Taylor says. I look down at my hands.

"I'm sorry," I said after a minute.

"It's okay, we just have to get you food and some safety, okay? That's why you're staying with me for now," Taylor says. I nod.

"Do you think we can get a DNA test? You said I might be your daughter, I want to find my mom and dad," I whisper.

"Of course Logan, we have to get you to feel better too, okay?" Taylor asks.