THIRD PERSON POV
Lifting the knife to his neck, Logan held in a shaky breath. Life had gotten so awful, with his father packing up and leaving, his friends turning on him, and having absolutely no money had really taken a toll on him.
But he let out a psychotic laugh, as he had finally turned insane.
But before he could take his own life, a guard from prison came rushing in.
"No! Don't do it!" The guard shouted. Logan stared at him with dead eyes. He teared up.
"Your eyes look just like hers."
With that, Logan threw the knife at he guard, and it struck the man square in the chest. The man fell to the floor, dying slowly. Logan walked over to him, taking the knife out of his chest. Blood gushed out of the wound.
Placing the soiled laugh back to his own neck, Logan spoke his last words.
"How ironic that in the end, we both died."
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Dear Victim
Teen FictionSequel to Dear Bully Okay so some of you asked for a Logan's POV on the matter, so that is what this is. Hope you like it! Read Dear Bully first if you want it to make sense
