The Boy On The Other Side Of The Wall- Analogical

13~ Escape ~13

Logan felt something cold on his forehead as he started to come to, a soft groan of pain in both his chest and head as he shifted. He opened his eyes, the world around him blurry as he sat up with a soft whimper. He looked around a bit, rubbing at his eyes as he did so, noticing a boy sitting on the edge of his bed. He only looked like a silhouette in the darkness of his room.
Logan slowly crawled over to the other. "S-salutations?" He asked in a shaky voice, tears in his eyes as he did so, just moving his arms causing pain to shoot through his chest.
The boy looked up a bit, a look of concern lighting up his pale features in the dim light. "Y-you're awake." Was the first words to escape his lips as he looked at Logans small, skinny figure
Logan backed up a bit at his voice, his teeth digging hard into his lip as he did so. "W-who a-are you?"
"I'm V-Virgil.." The boy whispered as he pulled himself up to his feet. "W-we need to get you t-to the police."
Logans pale blue eyes darted to the door, before shaking his head as he backed up. "N-no. I-Im a-alright, s-sir-"
"K-kid. Y-you're not alright here. I-I walked in o-on who I'm guessing i-is your mother strangling you a-after you a-asked for help." Virgil rolled up the sleeve Logan had called for help on, Logans handwriting across his skin like a tattoo. "N-now please. I-I won't hurt y-you and s-she won't hurt you anymore. O-okay?"
Logan took a shaky deep breath, before nodding a bit. He pulled himself to his feet, stumbling a bit. "O-okay.." He whispered quietly, a soft shakiness bleeding into his voice.
Virgil nearly smiled, reaching for the others hand, starting to gently, but quickly pull him out of the place Logan had called home for years, even if it never felt like a home.
Virgil pulled Logan out into the chilled night air, a black and purple motorcycle sitting at the end of the Stones driveway. "Here. I-i'll get on, a-and then you can, j-just hang on tight to the seat." He said as he pulled himself into the bike
Logan stared at the bike for a moment, before pulling himself onto the bike after him, his hands going around the leather seat as the other started to drive at a speed that Logan could hold on, but the bike wouldn't fall over.
Logan glanced back at the house that he had lived in since he was born, a small smile coming to his face as he watched it fade into the distance. A happy feeling rose in his pained chest, a feeling that brought him out of the water of depression momentarily, that breath of fresh air that he needed. He felt safe for now, as the house sunk out of view. He felt himself sinking again though, that happiness not lasting long as he realized that even if he was escaped. He didn't have anywhere to go, that he didn't have any money or any of his possessions that he had held so dear. He felt a depression fill his chest at the thought, tears building in his eyes as they moved down the street towards what he thought would be a new hell
Virgil soon parked in front of the police station, pulling a shaking and nearly crying Logan towards the entrance
Logan stared at the illuminated police station, his breath catching as he stared. He was really going to report his parents, wasn't he? He was and that terrified him. He was going to tell someone everything they did to him and get them locked away. At least that's what he hoped. He hoped the police would get to his parents, before his parents could get to him.
Logan slowly entered, looking around with tears in his eyes. He was scared, though approached the front desk. The beat of his heart drowned out his thoughts as he did. He had escaped physically, but mentally.
It seemed nearly impossible