Cuts (polysanders)

Chapter 1

[??? pov]

Do you ever roam the halls, dragging your fingertips across the walls? I do, a lot actually. As I am a bad side and avoid the others, I have nothing better to do. It's quite peaceful, and it's better than sitting in my room alone with my dark thoughts. Well, I guess I'm still alone with my dark thoughts. Whatever. Maybe today should be different, Logan's room is open. I walk in and the bathroom light is on. I knock.

"Hey Logan, can I come in?" I asked him.

"What? How did you get in my room?" Logan asked back. 

"Oh, it's one of my powers" I answer. Each of us sides have three powers. Two mild powers and one override power. I can walk through locked doors, it's my override power. Why? Because if someone passes out after cutting or tries to kill themselves, I can save them. Is that ironic?

"Okay, you may enter then" Logan said, interrupting my thoughts. I walk in and he's...

"Why would you let me in when you're doing that ?" I asked him.

"Because you're depression, you would understand, and I trust you to keep this secret" He explained.

"Would you like tell me why?" I asked. I sat on the countertop, my legs swung next to his body.

"Not really, let's just say I fucked up" He answered.

"Why your stomach?" I said, continuing with the questioning.

"Because doing it on my wrist or arms would be stupid, and no one is going to look under my shirt" He explained.

"Why not your legs?" I asked him.

"Because it doesn't hurt enough" He answered simply. He packs up the two blades he had, after washing them, into a dark blue box. You will later find out that everyone has a box, even I. He winced a little when he bent over to put the box in the cabinet.

"Interesting" I commented.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked me.

"Nothing you need to know right now. Would like me to stay?" I asked him, jumping off the countertop. I didn't need to as I am very tall and could easily touch the ground.

"Stay? Why?" He questioned. 

"Well, even though it is not part of my job to help you, you should stop and maybe having someone with you will help" I tell him.

"I guess you could stay with me as I work" He said. We walked out of the bathroom. Logan sat on the chair at his desk and I sat on his desk.

We sat there quietly and for once I wasn't alone with my dark thoughts.

Whose point of view do you think this is? Please tell me if messed anything up as I don't reread my stuff. I hope you guys will enjoy this story. Well anyways, thanks for reading. Comment, vote, whatever.

-SoftxRacoon