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Logan's pov

I sit on the roof of the bus.

I sigh as i start thinking again.

I havent been sleeping, im tired. Everyone is. Im so sick of everything much as i wish i could dissapear but i dont wanna leave my friends alone. Not in that hell. My grandparents never understands my stress, they say its normal for teenagers and that im just seeking for attention.

Seeking attention?

I dont know wheres my parents and im stuck inside a whole another dimension shooting at shadow, dark and tall creatures for fucking 7 hours, SEEKING ATTENTION?

I clench my fists.

I always had been dramatic, since from my childhood.
I cry so easily, im weak. I let myself get used just to not get hurt and atleast have someone who i can count as a “friend.”

I didnt know what does friend means til i met them.

But how could they love a freak like me?

Im disgusting.

Tears prickling at my eyes.

Im a failure.

I keep sobbing silently, my thoughts are so loud much as i cant hear someone climbing on the roof of the bus and call out to me.

Tyler: “God, Logan. We were worried! What are you doing h–”

I look up to him with tears in my eyes, his eyes widens.

He will probably make fun of me.

“Crybaby! Crybaby! No wonder why your parents left you!!”

“T-tyler I-”

Before i could finish off, he sits next to me.

–“You dont have to say anything.”
I know hes not good with words, but i thought he was judging me and preparing a whole sentence of ‘i dont wanna be friends with you anymore’ explainition until i felt his warmth.

He hugged me.

“I know what you're going through and i wont judge you, so whenever you feel down, you can come to me. I know im not a comforting person like my sister but–”

I wraps my arms around him, my hands clenching at the back of his shirt as i sob at his words harder.

“–You can trust me.”

...

And for a moment, all the pain Logan had was forgetten.