Logan woke up early to make breakfast for the others he always did this though, he rarely ate with them because he felt unwanted, not needed anymore. Of course he was needed to help Thomas think logically but he knew the others could figure it out themselves. After all haven't they always done that? Did it really matter what he thought anymore or how he felt or did they only care about Roman. Of course they only care about Roman or Virgil or even Patton! No one ever a I'm aks him if he's alright. Nobody cares. Nobody wants him! The smell smoke snapped him out of his dreadful thoughts. Of course he had burnt the toast and had to start over.
He sighed as he threw the toast in the trash, letting his wings come out. He wasn't expecting anyone to be up this early after all. His wings were a shimmery blue with lighter blue streaks in it. They looked and felt like a silk that had been finely woven into the gorgeous wings. They were huge. Bigger than a normal pair. Prettier than a normal pair. He never showed them to anyone, never used them, so they were weak and it hurt to touch them. He was weak. He always had been forgettable geek.
Roman descended the staircase. He smelt burnt toast and swiftly went to see if everything was alright. When he walked in he was stunned. His eyes shined as he watched Logan's wings unfold gracefully. The blues shining from the light. He wanted to reach out and touch them but refrained from doing so and decided it was best to stay silent. The longer he stared the more his cheeks turned red
He soon came out of the daze and cleared his throat. The beautiful wings quickly closed and went away. Logan quickly turned around and handed Roman a plate before running off to the bathroom. The voices in his head pulling him down into another black spiral. "Kill yourself. No one needs you. Just do it. You're ugly." The words hurt him. He knew it wasn't true but it killed his heart. He tried to push them away like his did many times before but it just wasn't working anymore. He couldn't take it anymore. He just wanted to scream. He wanted to let out all the hate inside. But he bottled it up.
The clock on the wall ticked to the chant in his head. The voices getting louder and louder until he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to take it anymore. His hands touched the sink and he grabbed it and to keep himself from falling over. His sight became fuzzy as if he was starting to cry. The world started spinning around him and he fainted, hitting his head on the bathroom floor.
Time passed slowly yet quickly. Hours passed before Logan woke up in his bed. Head was pounding along with his heart. He couldn't breathe or hear. His eyes were blurry with tears as he felt arms wrap around him delicately like he was a fragile object. Like the gentlest of touches could break him and he would be gone. The feeling of being loved and wanted started to calm Logan and his breathing slowed. He moved closer to the warming touch and just relaxed knowing it would be gone soon. His eyes fell shut.
Logan woke up once again, freezing. His shirt had been taken off and he had kicked off the blankets. The cold October air didn't help him much either. He slowly stood up and went to put on his cozy unicorn onesie. It was warm and at this point that's all that really mattered to Logan. Suddenly, a soft knock on the door came.
Logan looked over at the door "Come in..?" He said softly. Logan was surprised to hear his own voice. It was raspy and now that he thought about it his throat hurt and he didn't know why. The door opened gently "Hey kiddo.. how are you feeling?" Patton said calmly while walking into the small nerd's room with a cup of hot tea. "Roman made you some tea.. and I helped him.." Patton gave Logan a sweet smile.
