Two sides to every story
Two sides to every story
Two sides to every story
I jumped up from my sleeping gasping for air. My head was so loud; it left no room for me to think my own thoughts. The only thing I could hear was "two sides to every story". What if this was true. What if, hypothetically speaking, it was true. What if the people that claim to hate me don't, I mean I don't hate them. I think. I don't anymore. I don't know anything, I don't know if I want to die. My feelings are like a roller coaster; scary and unpredictable. It hurts to close my eyes but the pain is worse when they are open, when I see everyone so happy around me. "Logan get up we are leaving," Riley pulled my hand and dragged me out of the bed. I don't want to fight anymore, I'm sure I would lose anyways. I'm too tired for anything now days.
"Flight 236 is boarding now" . We are in an airport? I don't remember getting here but I guess I'm just getting lost again, in my head.
"Please fasten your seatbelts, fore we are taking off in just a moment" we are in our seats? Ok...
My eyes where heavy and I didn't want to fight it anymore. I closed them and relaxed. Or relaxed as much as I could. We flew for hours until we landed. Riley and I collected our backpacks and chargers then we left the plane heading over to baggage claim. Once we got our suitcases we ordered and Uber and headed back to my house. I let Riley spend the night and sleep in Evans room.
"Kill yourself"
"Die"
"Fucking idiot"
"Asshole"
"Go to hell"
"Your literally walking cancer"
"I hope you stop breathing"
The words danced in my head while I slept. "Logan, logan. Logan!" Riley was shaking me. "Just stop" I jumped from my sleep yelling, breathing heavily. She flinched but I grabbed her and pulled her to my chest crying into her neck, I needed this. "Logan you where screaming," she sounded like she was in shock and disbelief. She didn't let me respond before she said, "you had me worried. What's going on" "I don't know", that was a truthful answer, I don't know anything anymore. "I don't know anything anymore but I need to voices to go away. I need them to stop!" I was hysterically screaming and I practically looked like a crazy person at this point. "Riley I can't do it. I can't do it," I started to cry warm tears. Tears of sadness, loneliness. I am never alone, there might not always be people around me but, the voices will never leave. I know what I want now... I finally made my decision. Picked my poison, if you will.
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FanfictionYour name is Riley and your 19. You are a fan of Logan Paul and watch his vlogs. One day out on a trail you come across something you thought you would never see. It changed you forever but you still can't tell if it was for a good thing or a bad th...
