Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Attempted Murder, strangling,
Logan let out a tired groan as he felt a hand shaking his shoulder violently in the earlier, curling up tightly, before the horrid smell of alcohol reached his nose, causing the boy to gag and open his eyes to see who was shaking him at this time. He felt his heart drop when he saw his mother standing above him, a drunk smile across her lips as she knelt over her son.
Logan sat up in alarm, backing away as he pressed himself against the pure white walls of his bedroom, fear in his eyes as he stared. "M-mom? What are you doing?" He asked, trying and failing to keep his voice from wavering and cracking.
Alison merely chuckled, her smile curling into a smirk as she hugged her son as tight as possible, cutting off the flow of oxygen to his lungs and his brain, effectively strangling the young teen.
Logan choked out a sob, shoving at the woman he hated so fucking much. He just wanted to get away. Sure, he wanted to die, but not fucking like this! He kicked at her as hard as his skinny legs would let him, panic eating away at the teen as he fell backwards against his bed in the struggle of trying to get away.
Logan felt something dig into the middle of his back, which caused him to whimper, well, as much as he could when he was being fucking strangled. He quickly tried to reach behind him, finding a pen stabbing into his back and pulling it away from his back. He shook violently as he forced the cap off of the pen, tears streaming down his pale cheeks as he did so.
Logan had an idea, hoping to god that this would work, knowing that he would definitely die if it didn't. He struggled against the woman who hated him almost as much as he hated her, pulling his arms out of her death grip. His hand went to his arm, black starting to obscure the edges of his vision as he wrote a shaky, nearly illegible 'help' on his arm, the eyes getting heavier and heavier the longer his mother hugged his chest.
Logan felt the most relief in his life rush over his mind for mere moments as he saw a message appear on his arm. 'are you okay' Was written in semi-neat handwriting against his arm. He quickly wrote 'mom strangle help', as fast as he physically could, trying to suck in a breath, though failing as his lungs were unable to expand.
'fuck, give me your address. now' the words appeared as though someone were writing from underneath his skin, tears still rolling down Logan's pale, though now slightly tinted blue, cheeks.
Logan shakily wrote the address he had known all his life against his arm, before the pen dropped from his hand as he laid back against his bed, letting his head fall back against the bed, the black obscuring more of his vision as he stared at the door.
It felt like an eternity until he saw his door open quickly, a safe feeling coming to his head as he finally let his eyes close, the last thing he saw being a skinny boy standing in the doorway and the last thing he heard sounding like it had come from a thousand light years away.
AN: Sorry it's so short. I'm lacking motivation but I want to get a chapter out
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