Hey guys! I'm so sorry about how long this chapter has taken, been completely swamped with coursework and exam revision for school! Its taking over my life! Hope you like this chapter! Thank you so much to Love Sparkle who gave me an amazing idea for this story! Part of it is included in the end of this chapter, and it will be reoccurring for a while! Also, I have a little bit of news, good or bad, depends how you take it. But wait until the end of this chapter to find out!
Kendall, James and Carlos waited impatiently, toes tapping against the tiled floor in anticipation. Logan scribbled feverishly against the note pad that he held, slight pain obvious in his face as his fingers twisted and cramped from the pressure he was placing on the thin biro. But Logan was determined to continue writing, even as thick tears flooded his brown eyes and began to overflow.
Kendall leaned over a little, carefully rubbing his hand up and down Logan's back in a small form of comfort. Logan looked up at Kendall with wide eyes, having jumped slightly from the sudden contact but relaxed when Kendall gave him a reassuring smile.
"Go ahead, Logan, we can help you through anything. That's what friends do, right?" Kendall asked, breaking out into a large grin when Logan nodded in agreement and handed his notepad over to James, who had continued tapping his foot nervously.
James looked down at the spiral notepad, scanning his hazel eyes over the lined pieces of paper. Clearing his throat gently, James began to read the scrawled words out loud.
"Logan wrote, 'My mother and I had an argument, we both said thing's we'll grow to regret.'" James said slowly, and then looked up from the pad to Logan with a confused expression. "What was the argument about? I thought you and your mother were close?"
Logan looked thoughtful for a second, brow furrowing as the thoughts rushed through his head. Then, he reached forward, outstretching his fingers to ask for the note pad back. Just as James was about to hand the small spiral pad back, Carlos stopped him, smiling gently at the pale boy on the bed.
"If you want, Logan, you can tell me in Sign what happened and I'll translate it? It might be easier on your hand; you're going to cramp it up if you keep holding the pen that tightly." Logan once again looked thoughtful, then slowly nodded, sitting up further to be able to use his hands clearly.
He began to move his hands in a mesmerizing pattern, smiling a little as he silently poured his heart out to Carlos, explaining all the feelings and worries he had which he wouldn't have been able to get across properly on paper.
Carlos's heart went out to the little pale brunette who slowly lowered his hands. "Logan had a fight with his mother because she told us that he was mute. He said that he was terrified that, by her telling us what's wrong with him, that he'd lose us as friends..." Carlos gave Logan a sympathetic look, trying to tell him through expressive eyes that his thoughts were wrong. "He says he went out into the rain to escape the shouts once his father had gotten involved in the argument, he hates shouting, and then he just fell and couldn't get up."
James and Kendall looked towards the white skinned boy who cuddled up closer into his pure sheets, his cheeks flushing red in embarrassment at the looks they gave him.
"You really think we'd do that to you, Logan?" James asked gently, hurt shining through in his tone of voice.
Logan shrugged lightly, sinking further down into his sheets and pillows.
"We wouldn't, Logan. So what if you don't speak? It isn't your fault, you can't help it and it doesn't define you! You're still Logan, you still have a personality and everything! You're still you!" Kendall exclaimed, stepping forward a little as he allowed the words to spill from his mouth. "No matter what disabilities you have, no matter how much you look down on us right now, I know that in the future you're going to be really good friends with us! You just gotta give us a chance! We'll never hurt you, Logan, I promise you that much."
Logan stared up into the blonde boy's eyes, his own brown orbs shimmering slightly as tears rose to the surface and began to spill over, leaving silvery, clean tracks on his grubby face. Slowly but surely, Logan nodded his head , shaking slightly with the shock of Kendall's words, amazed how they'd seemed to have come from the heart. But it wasn't long before his weeping eyes were beginning to droop, slowly drifting closed as his body began to fall slack on the hard hospital bed, relaxing into a more comfortable position as his body began to mend itself while he rested.
Kendall smiled lightly once he heard the soft snores escaping their new friend's mouth, sighing as his small, battered body sank deeper into the mattress, cuddling down into the thin sheets that surrounded him. "He's fallen asleep." Kendall told the remaining two boys in the room.
"He probably needs the rest if he's stressed, so I don't really blame him." James stated, before sitting on the floor quietly, pulling Carlos down to sit beside him as Kendall took the chair beside Logan's bed.
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Darkness, suffocating darkness that soaked through every pore of Logan's body. It surrounded him, sucked him in to its vortex while drawing the life from his weakening body. A little ahead of where the pale boy lay, two men muttered between each other. One was large, muscular with a thick coating of stubble stretched across his jaw, while his companion was much smaller, lanky and pale. The smaller one gripped a single pistol in his right hand, the barrel pointed towards Logan's still form. "What should we do? He saw everything!" The small man exclaimed, his right hand shaking slightly in fear and dread. Behind the two men, towards the end of the dead-end alleyway, lay a woman, her dark brown eyes still open with the deathly stillness of the realm in which her soul had been taken. "Just shoot the damn kid! Get it over with, before he screams and attracts attention!" The beefy man told him, clutching a thin wooden plank which he'd just attacked the young boy with. Logan couldn't have been more than 3 years old as he lay in front of them, fresh, ruby blood trickling from a wound on his scalp. The barrel continued to shake lightly, pointed directly towards the young boy's rib cage. The long, thin face of the smaller man twisted with regret, splatters of blood covering his left cheek as the light, sky blue eyes glared with a psychotic glint. His skinny fingers cocked the gun, lips turning up into a cruel grin. Now for the news.. This year, I'm going to be doing NaNoWriMo in November, which is basically writing a completely new story from fresh, with at least 50,000 words, in the 30 days of November. So, therefore, I will not have time to update this story considering I have to write 2000 words a day to meet the deadline, as well as school, homework, Violin practice, a social life and other things! I will try to update again before it starts, but October is going to be all planning for November for me, but I promise to try my hardest for you guys!