☆ 40 - push through ☆

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*big fat trigger warning*

Logan had another math test a week later that he needed to ace, so he studied himself into the ground.

He didn't care.

Soon he was shaking from exhaustion, but before he could go to Patton's 15th birthday party and be relaxed, he needed to be serious.

His phone vibrated loudly and he held his hand out to pick it up, but he stopped himself. A few minutes later, it vibrated again.

An hour later, a sea of notifications came from his phone.

He wanted to snap it in half. He was so worn out, he couldn't think. Instead, he silenced it and threw it across his bedroom.

The clock was ticking. It just turned 11:30 pm.

Saliva and tears and sweat spilled down Logan's face and he scratched at his arms in frustration.

You're going crazy.

You're crazy.

You really are a joke.

And it wasn't before he spotted the blade he'd dropped on the floor that he realized blood was flowing down his legs and forearm, and onto everything around him.

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