Sunday 1:45pm
*knock knock* "Virgil?" Logan said. "You've been in your room for a week..." Logan paused, looking at the door with concern and wonder. Logan pov: he's probably not listening...well, whatever. "We're really worried about you. You barely touch the meals we give you, and Patton is starting to give up...I..I just-" Logan stopped abruptly. Was that..crying? That's it. Logan couldn't tolerate this strange behavior any longer. He took a stray bobby pin out of his pocket, and picked the lock. And there he was...covered in blood.
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Analogical
FanfictionSo uh, this is my first story. I found this story that I had written in 5th grade somewhere in my room and I'm deciding to put it online after 3months of consideration. Just saying, this is probably going to be extremely cringy, but besides that, I...
