Logan Marshall's Misery

Logan Marshall's Misery

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Logan Marshall is a sophomore at Sioux City South high school in Sioux City, Iowa. Logan once heard his dad describe living in Sioux City like "living in the middle of nowhere, even though there are people around." Logan agrees with this statement, and he felt it was a perfect way to describe his home life. At school though, he has friends. Good friends. And also, Kristen. Logan loves Kristen . . . but he hates himself. He hates himself a lot. He makes himself suffer because of it. Logan Marshall is miserable. He needs to change that if he's going to save his own life . . . from himself. Sioux City South Series Book 1 ***Mature Content / Trigger Warning - This story deals with serious topics including: depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicide, and abuse. It also includes mature language and sexual content.***
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A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult

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