Letters to an Optimist

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Logan froze once he saw her.

For months he had been trying to figure out whom this one girl was. The one girl that found her way inside his twisted mind and unlocked hidden secrets, slowly.

"Blanca...?" He asked unsure, no-one moved, neither did the boy lying down on the couch. He bit his lower lip and walked towards the boy, nudging his arm slowly, before giving him a full on punch to the arm.

The boy bolted up straight, swearing as he grasped his bruised arm. "Motherfu- Logan? What the hell was that for?!" He asked angrily, his eyebrows were scrunched up together, and his bright green eyes lost their spark, bags where under his eyes showing signs of exhaustion.

"Well, I'm here Eddie. What did you expect me to do? Stand by the door and start singing Taylor Swift?" Logan asked sarcastically. Eddie rolled his eyes and stood up slowly.

"What are you doing here though?" He queried catiously, Logan looked down at his scruffy sneakers before letting a breath out; that he didn't know he'd been keeping. 

"Isn't in obvious?"  Eddie's sharp features softened slightly, his green eyes loosing their cold intensity. 

"Blanca?" Logan nodded. "She's over there, hasn't woken up for three weeks," Eddie stated, pointing at the girl lying on the hospital bed. Thin linen protected her from the cold air conditioner,  tubes that went into her nose,  into her arm as well. A few patches where stuck onto the side of her neck, and one that went under her polka dotted hospital gown.

Logan stared at her confused. "What happened to her?"

"They happened, Logan. They refused to help us, and this is the best they could do."

Logan clenched his fist, and tried to calm down, it's always their fault, they always have to ruin every thing.
They feast and destroy on the weak or the brave. Do they care? They'll never care, all they care about is money, and protecting the wealthy.

"Did chief Dickwad have anything to do with this?" Eddie jumped slightly, and sent Logan a questioning look. "Chief-fucking-Adams."

"Um, is it really that easy to guess?" Eddie shrugged before nodding, he stumbled back towards the couch he'd been sleeping on and closed his eyes. "I don't know what to do Logan."

"Lo."

"Huh?" He opened one eye and glanced at Logan. 

"Call me Lo. It's a common nickname that people throw at me," Logan shrugged and walked towards the sleeping princess. "This is cheesy, but she looks a little bit like Sleeping Beauty, eh?"

Eddie raised an eyebrow at his assumption but gave no comment.  Logan moved closer to Blanca, he noticed that her hair was messy, and how her face looked hollow, with her cheeks tinted a slight yellow. "Has she been eating?"

"She's been in a coma, Lo. It's kind of hard for her to get nutrients."

Logan sighed. "What's wrong with her Eddie? I don't want more bullshit, you out of all people should know that."

Eddie let out a small chuckle and shook his head. "Always the impatient one." 

"She's not sick Lo," Logan paused, that's what everyone told him. That she was sick, that she was dying; it's been a lie? 

How messed up are these turds?

"But the cops to-"

"They lied, Lo! They always lied to you, they said it was a project; didn't they?" Logan didn't need to ask, he knew Eddie meant the Letters project. So he nodded, Eddie shook his head, brushing his hand throw messy black curls. "It was never a project, Lo."