Hey! I'm going to be writing with another awesome writer on here, RyomaEchizenChan! We actually went back and forth with paragraphs for the first chapter, so this is both of our work. I think this story is going to turn out awesome, so I hope you guys like it!

Sweat trickled down Logan's face as he tossed and turned in bed. He felt smothered and confused-lost, completely and utterly lost. The raven haired boy sat up, looking around the darkness of his room. He needed a second to just think, wrap his mind around what had just happened. There he was, sitting in his room…alone, abandoned, left. They had left him out in the cold, and that's why he was in this mess. How could two grown adults actually do something like that? How could they leave and innocent 15 year old boy; their son? He felt the tears welling up in his eyes but he didn't want to cry. Not for them. Not anymore. Too many nights has he spent crying over the loss of his parents. They left him and they wont return. They only left a short notice.

Logan,
We need a break from you. We can't cope with you anymore. We hope you understand that we moved to another country and that we can't tell you where this is. Please don't search for us we want our freedom back.
~ Mum & Dad

How should he understand this? He was 15 for sake! Ever since he could remember, Logan knew he was a mistake in his parents eyes. They hated him, that he took their freedom. They never wanted any children but even though they didn't plan on it, his mother got pregnant with him. He tried everything to please them. He studied hard, sometimes so hard that he collapsed due to lack of sleep. His mother said she loved thin people so he watched what he ate carefully, and kept active as well. Nothing worked. Now he was sitting in the dark and shaking. Tears trickling down his cheeks. It was December and the heat wouldn't work because he couldn't afford the money to pay for it. He didn't have any energy left. He had nothing. More and more tears came and Logan couldn't stifle his sob anymore.

Logan coughed a few times, and then let out a sigh. The whole room echoed. Logan felt trapped by the enormity that surrounded him. He placed his palm onto his clammy forehead to feel that his temperature was clearly higher than normal. Yep. He knew it. Thanks to the lack of sleep, brought on by the tears of abandonment, Logan had been running himself down. He couldn't let this stop him, though. He wasn't giving up, nor would he admit to being sick; though if he were to, he'd not have anyone to tell anyways. He wouldn't let himself believe he was sick.

Logan pulled his old quilt closer to his shivering body. The holes in the fabric let waves of cold air brush up against his skin. He desperately needed a new blanket, and a heater that would work, but no…you need money for things like that. It was bad enough that his parents left him, but that fact that they took all of the money as well was just cruel. Positively evil.

The raven haired boy rolled out of bed and trekked downstairs. He glared at the clock that read 5AM-it was slightly earlier than usual, but Logan figured he should at least get ready for school, instead of wallowing in his self-pity. Logan looked around him. The kitchen he stood in was a mess. The sink over flowed with dirty dishes and the table was covered in boxes and other trash. It was only 5AM…he did had time to clean up…so that's what he did. Logan spent his morning cleaning the whole entire house, when he should have been resting due to the fever he had been running since earlier that morning. Logan left himself only 15 minutes to get dressed, and then was out the door. School was another challenge in itself. Logan dreaded the day ahead of him…he already felt horrible, but now he had to face the bullies school held. Oh joy…

Logan looked up at the school entrance. He didn't want to enter. Maybe he should just ... no. He couldn't leave. Nobody was at home waiting for him. At home he would just sit there and think about his parents and why they left him. He also would rack his brain what he has done to make them leave. Yeah he was blaming himself. No, skipping school was not a good idea. Slowly he made his way into the classroom and sat down at his place. No one was there just him. It was just too early. Logan thought about a way how he could avoid the bullies, but did he really want to avoid them? Maybe the pain would help against the pain he felt deep down his heart. Maybe he deserved to get beaten up.

Logan pulled his chemistry book out and tried to focus. There was just one problem. He couldn't focus. His mind was clouded with heavy and dark thoughts and the letters were blurry. He tried to read the first paragraph but that made his nausea more present. He closed his book and took a deep breath. Maybe it would pass... Maybe it was just a little cramp ... no it wasn't a cramp and it didn't pass. Logan felt the tears well up the second time this day. No he didn't want to cry like a baby in the classroom and he definitelly didn't want to throw up in school. He wimpered softly and begged that the bile he was feeling rising in the back of his throat would get back down.

Logan felt the bile rise further and further. No…this wasn't actually happening. He couldn't vomit in school, that'd just ruin his life. It'd give those awful bullies more of a reason to beat him up and tease him daily. Logan shot up from his seat, grabbing his backpack, and dashing to the door, smacking it open and running down the empty halls to get to the bathroom. His sneakers scuffed against the tiled floor as he ran. He just kept running. For some reason, the bathroom seemed even more far from class than usual. He panted as he swung the door open and stumbled over to a stall. He entered the little box in the back of the bathroom, hunching over and breathing heavily. Oh gosh. This was happening—he was going to puke in school.

Logan moaned and dry heaved into the bowl, feeling extremely queasy now. Sweat ran down from his forehead as a headache formed. That wasn't just a headache, but a migraine. The pain seeped through his skull and pounded on the inside, mimicking drums being pounding in his head. Logan gagged, but brought up nothing. Wow. Logan couldn't tell you how pathetic he felt right now. Not only was he still feeling tears coming due to his parents leaving him, but he was also making himself sick. He was just as worthless as he felt right now.

Logan coughed a few times and then spit into the toilet, flushing it before leaving the stall to see a blonde boy entering the bathroom. Logan mentally slapped himself…he should have known school was starting soon and people would start to arrive. The raven haired boy silently wished that he'd be encountering a teen who was one of those 'whatever' people. Ya know; the type of person who really doesn't care about anyone. Logan had been new to the school that year, and it being only December, he barely knew any of the students. Sadly, Logan was face to face with someone who did care…maybe a little too much.
"You ok? It sounded like you were throwing up in there…" The blonde noticed, "You don't look too good, man."
"I-I'm f-fine, really…and I just have a cough, I wasn't throwing up." Logan stammered as he picked up his backpack that had been placed on the ground, and left the bathroom.

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