Alright, so this is kinda a birthday present for ChaoticLullaby.x. We've got chatting and it turns out she has the same birthday as me and even though it's still a month or so away, I feel I have to thank her in some way for being such a cool person to talk to.
She came up with the storyline so I take no credit for that but I am writing it for her.

I guess all I own here is the actual writing :L...

Logan smiled at the mirror in front of him, finding it disturbing to see something that was meant to be used as a nice gesture instead used in a false and completely misunderstood way. As he looked down at the piece of stray glass that laid on the side of the sink next to a pill, he weighed his options out once more. Luke had given him this pill to take and even though he was sure Luke wouldn't try to harm him in anyway, he also knew drugs and just like the rest, he was sure he would come up in some kind of reaction that was defiantly not normal.

Luke was his boyfriend, after he had come out, not a lot of people had taken it as well as he had hoped. His best friends and parents had become accustomed to it but everyone else that had been apart of his life didn't quite take it as well. Camille had taken it on the head, for some reason not at all surprised and not taking it as bad as she should have. Neither a smack nor a word of anger had fallen from her; instead she had hugged him and decided on friends. She had even stuck up for him a couple of times when new people had come to the Palm Woods and not found anything better to do with their time. Everything was perfect, everyone who he cared about still loved him but from a distance.

Luke had been the only one who had approached him, in a way he wanted. Luke had helped him come out of the ball he had made known and Logan in return had helped Luke overcome a previous heartbreak. Or so he liked to think. Luke constantly brought up the fact Logan could never live up to this other person and that he was pretty much worthless. Logan found not long after he had fallen in love with him that he had a drug problem and so he didn't really blame Luke's heartbreaking behaviour on him.

Luke had got him to try other drugs before, some being successful in the sense he hadn't passed out in the most convenient of times, others not as sucessful. He didn't mind really, he was helping Luke and every time something was okay, he would be happy and that's all that would matter to Logan.

He picked up the stray piece of glass in one hand and the pill in the other. He had no intention of killing himself but the release would have been amazing. Logan had only cut himself once and that was only because everything had gone red and he hadn't looked at the broken window as dangerous.

The release had been exactly what he was looking for. He could see how hurt he was, he hadn't just been feeling it. The blood that had come from his hand almost too fast was the pain. He could understand how he was feeling and the thought of it was extraordinary.

He knew right then, it would have been better to take the pill. The glass couldn't have done much, only made him bleed or at its extreme, put him in hospital and even if he did kill himself, he knew there wouldn't be much point to it.

If he took the drug and it killed him, yes, it could have been slow but at least some kind of help would have come out of it. Luke would have known it didn't work. He didn't want to leave anyone behind but with everyone keeping their distance, he couldn't see anyone missing him all that much.

He wanted to stay for Luke, he needed him, even if it was for anger realise. The band needed him too, he couldn't ruin James' dream just because he was too selfish to put up with one stupid fall back.

And as he put the pill to his mouth he couldn't help but hate James. James was the reason he was in this mess. He had come to terms with the fact he could never be with the stunning, perfect in every way James and he didn't want him now because well, he had Luke but he couldn't help but blame him for the fact he was the way he was.

As he swallowed the pill, he looked at the glass once more. He'd made his choice but he couldn't help but feel a need for it.

His thoughts were cut short by a loud knocking, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

"Dude! I need to piss! Open up or sleep in a wet bed!"

Any thought of pain left his mind at the sound of James' voice. He'd heard it so many times before but whenever he came close to any intentional pain, James would somehow find a way to be there. Strange coincidence but in a small way he always thankful afterwards.

He tucked the piece of glass into the back pocket of his pyjamas, exiting the bathroom and entering their shared bedroom in silence, watching James until he made eye contact and then he looked away, quickly climbing into bed and turning to face the wall, silent tears helping him sleep.

Wayyyyy too slow of a start. Yeah yeah, I know. Sorry... This could have been a lot better. I think I put too much detail in...?
Bare with me. I'll make it good, or die trying!

Review? Please?
Thank you :).

-C