A/N: Hi! I know I haven't updated Shattered in a while, but I'm currently trying to get inspired enough to start working on the next chapter... Sorry. I just updated Time Will Tell, though, so I AM doing something!

Anyways, I got this idea because Logan has really been on my mind lately (I have no idea why). Enjoy!

VERY IMPORTANT WARNING: This fic includes bullying, severe depression, an eating disorder (kind of...), SUICIDAL STUFF BUT HE DOESN'T KILL HIMSELF, and insomnia.

Disclaimer- I don't own the Call of Duty Characters, just my OC (Evan Odom).

Logan P.O.V

I sighed as I opened my eyes. I had been trying for hours, but I just couldn't sleep. Not that being unable to sleep was unusual for me. My insomnia was really bad and most of the time, I couldn't sleep. Hesh always worried, but every time he asked, I told him I was fine.

I really don't want to go to school. Everyone hates me. I have no friends, and I hardly ever see Hesh. There's this one really buff kid named Evan Odom who's so tall he towers over everyone else in my grade, and most of the people above it. I've never been considered tall, and therefore I'm a bit below his shoulder when I stand next to him. Yeah... that really isn't a great place to be, because I'm positive that Evan hasn't ever heard the word "deodorant" in his life.

Anyways, he has jet black hair and cold dark eyes. And for some unspecified reason, he hates me more than everyone else. I have six (out of eight) classes with him, and he makes it his priority to throw my books on the floor, slam me into every available surface, or trip me whenever possible. I have bruises all over my back because lately he seems to enjoy shoving me into walls and lockers more than usual.

I would stand up to him if he wasn't such a giant. But it's not like standing up to him would change anything. Everyone else would still hate me. Sooner or later, a new bully would come along. With my luck, they'd be worse than Evan. So there's really no point in standing up to Evan anyways.

Hesh is busy enough with his own life and I don't want to bug him with my problems, so I just endure it. I go to school, do my work, come home, and try not to get killed while doing said things. It's not an easy job, but I get it done. As of now, I'm passing 10th grade, so that's a plus.

I sighed and climbed out of bed, wincing as the patchwork of bruises covering my back protested against my movement. I slowly got dressed, doing my best not to irritate my back more than I already had. I didn't much care what I looked like for school- everyone would hate me no matter what I looked like.

But because I didn't want Hesh to worry about me, I put on a clean shirt, a hoodie, and a pair of black skinny jeans. I tried to fix my hair as well, but as usual, it wouldn't cooperate. It was a fluffy, unruly mass of blonde curls. The only time it laid flat was when I took the time to straighten it, but I didn't have time today.

I pulled on my shoes and grabbed my backpack, mentally preparing myself to leave my room. My room was the only place I truly felt safe, and it was hard for me to make myself leave it every morning. But I had to go to school. Dad may have been at work, but no matter how busy he was, he'd still call me and ask why I wasn't in school today if I don't go.

I opened my door to find Hesh standing there, his hand poised to knock on the door. I jumped, having not expected him to be standing there like that.

"Oh my god, Logan, you scared me! I didn't expect you to open the door." He laughed, smiling warmly at me.

I grunted in reply.

His warm smile melted away and was replaced with a frown as he sensed my sour mood.

"Hey, what's wrong? You look upset... And did you get any sleep? You have dark circles..." He observed, grabbing my chin and tilting my head up so he could see better.

I flinched and stepped back, mumbling, "I'm fine, Hesh. Move out of the way, we're gonna miss the bus."

He was definitely concerned, but he let it go... for now. We locked the house and got on the bus- a.k.a the ferry to hell. Our bus ride wasn't long, only about 15 minutes, as we were one of the last stops on the route. We arrived at school, and Hesh hugged me and said goodbye. We went our separate ways.

Ultimately, that wasn't a good idea. No, screw that, it was a terrible idea.

As soon as I rounded the corner, I ran right into Evan Odom.

He glared down at me and growled, "What the fuck are you doing, Walker?!"

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" I stammered, but before I could say anything else, he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the nearest bathroom.

Sadly, the nearest bathroom was ten feet away and the nearest teacher was across campus, in the cafeteria. I dug my heels into the ground and tried to get away from him, but all that earned me was a harsh slap to the face.

Tears burned in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall.

He violently slammed me into a bathroom stall and I let out a strangled cry. My back was on fire. The few students who happened to be in the bathroom when we came in promptly left without a word.

I was alone with Evan.

"Listen here, dumbass." He snarled, grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking my head up to face him. "You are a stupid, worthless little bitch who no one cares about. You know that right? And I'm well aware that you're too stupid to figure this out, but I hate you! So why, pray tell, did you walk into me just now?! Do you want me to fucking kill you?!"

I tried to shake my head because I couldn't get enough oxygen into my lungs to form words, but he tightened his grip and roughly slammed my head back against the stall.

Pain blossomed in the back of my head and spread down throughout my back. I started to scream, desperately wanting, needing someone to hear me.

He put his hand over my mouth and said, "Shut up before I break your damn arm."

I immediately stopped, but only because I knew I wouldn't be able to hide a broken arm from Hesh or dad. That would be impossible.

Evan laughed bitterly and said, "Maybe you aren't completely stupid."

I squirmed and gave a muffled "Mmmph."

"I would love to stay here and teach you some manners..." He sighed, punching me hard in the stomach for emphasis.

I didn't even have the energy to scream anymore. I was too busy having a panic attack. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. Everything hurt.

"But sadly, I have to go. Don't worry though, I'll see you later."

He grinned menacingly and released me, leaving the bathroom and slamming the door behind himself.

I slumped to the floor, curled into a ball, and cried.

A/N: This is just the first chapter, so the others will most likely be longer. Next chapter is gonna be interesting and I'll try to update ASAP! Please tell me what you thought of this! I love getting feedback!

Thanks for reading! Byeee! :)