Oh my gods! My sister finally let me write again! Bad news (for my other story, that I haven't gotten to update in FOREVER) is that she made me write a BTR story, which I'm not complaining about, but it's been like 2 months… I'm SO SORRY 4 Months! I promise to update you soon!
Okay, so hi! My name is Dani! I am new to the BTR world, but not FF. You may know my sister Ella A.K.A. BigTimeLoganLover, if you aren't GO READ HER! Okay, so let's get to the story, shall we?
P.s. the summary is like the prologue, so you know what happened to Logan, the story starts after Logan finds out okay?
Logan sat in the doctor's office, staring at his hands, still in shock. He had pranked himself again, but this was not the result that he had thought would come from the smoothie to the eyes.
Logan was deaf.
See, he could understand if he had became blind, the smoothie did go into his eyes, but deaf? How did that happen? He had been told, by writing, how it had happened, but why? Why did he have to become deaf?
He jumped when a hand touched his shoulder. He hadn't heard Mrs. Knight call for him, and he hadn't heard her approaching him. He might not have been blind, but it was almost as bad.
She motioned for him to come and he nodded, following her back out into the car. She kept trying to comfort him with words, but he couldn't hear them, so she just rubbed his back in a motherly way, giving him a small smile when they reached the car.
He got in a shut the door, not being able to hear it shutting. He buckled his seatbelt, not hearing the familiar click telling him it was locked. He sighed, or he thought he did, and stared out his window. He felt the car shake as Mrs. Knight got in the car, he felt the rumble as the engine started, but he couldn't hear it.
He felt the tears falling down his face, but he didn't even think about stopping them. He had the right to cry. There were so many things he desperately wished he could hear, but he couldn't.
He was told, by writing, that it might not be permanent. Might not meant that it could be. It could be permanent, he could stay deaf.
Logan leaned his head against the head rest, closing his eyes. This could end BTR. He thought. I won't be able to hear the music; I won't be able to know if I'm singing it right. Heck I won't know if I'm singing at all.
I could always move back to Minnesota. It's not like I'm actually needed, besides for helping with the homework. They could just continue with it, and I'll just go back.
He sat there in his thoughts, not like he could do anything else, until he felt the car stop and turn off. He sat up and looked around the Palm Woods, which was mostly deserted because of the Prank War.
Logan quickly wiped his eyes and looked over at Mrs. Knight, who was watching him.
"Are you okay?" She asked slowly so Logan could read her lips.
"I'll be fine Mama K, let's just get back to the apartment." Logan replied, getting a head nod from her. He slowly got out of the car, easily noticing all the sounds he used to hear. He gave Mrs. Knight a smile and the two of them walked back to the apartment.
"You sure you're okay?" Mrs. Knight asked as they walked in. Logan just walked past her, scanning the room for any of his friends. She pulled a pen and one of the magazines she stole out of her purse, righting a note on it. Once she finished she handed the magazine to Logan.
You sure you're okay? Logan looked at her. "No, I am not okay. But yes, I will get used to it. I am efficient in sign language, as one of my foster mom's were deaf, so I don't have to worry about that. I'll just text the guys and see if they can take a small break from the Prank War, wait for them all to get here, and I'll tell them." Mrs. Knight nodded and walked into the kitchen to make lunch.
Logan sighed and walked back into his room, pulling out his cell.
Hey, I have a problem. Think you could take a break from the PW for a minute? I promise it won't take long.
-Logan
He hit send, put the phone on vibrate, and fell onto his bed, grabbing the closest book to him and reading.
It took a couple of minutes, but he got three replies.
Not right now. Later.
-James
Kind of busy.
-Carlos
We know you pranked yourself. Can you not handle the results of it on your own?
-Kendall
Logan's head fell back onto his pillow. He had a feeling his friends wouldn't come, but that didn't change the fact that it still kind of hurt. Especially what Kendall said. No, he couldn't handle the results on his own. He had just lost his hearing! But he wouldn't tell his friends that, for the same reasons he wouldn't tell them he was in a foster home when they were younger, he didn't want to lose them.
Logan turned onto his side, staring at the wall. He could feel his ear straining to hear something, but no, possibly never again would he hear. He wouldn't hear music, he wouldn't hear his friends, he wouldn't hear anything.
A couple more tears fell onto his pillow before Logan found himself falling asleep. He blinked a few times before giving into the darkness…the silent darkness.
Hmmm? Is it good? Sorry it's so short, my main focus was him just focusing on the fact he couldn't hear. And the foster home stuff, yeah I stole that from my sister, so if you want more details about that go read her story "Another 100 theme Challenge"!
Please tell me what you think and review.
With love,
Dani :D
