This is dedicated to Rachel a.k.a "2 kool 2 spell kool right", who is not dead. I found out a few minutes ago, and was originally going to dedicate it to her when I heard she was... you know. Even now that we know that she isn't, I would still like to go through with my dedication. We all love you, Rachel, never forget that. You mean more to us than you know. Stay strong.
AN: I don't own anything.
What did he ever do to deserve this? Was he really as dumb as they believed him to be? What was wrong with him? Logan Mitchell sat in his room, swinging his legs back and forth as he sat at his desk. He stared down at the math problems that were hopelessly confusing. He didn't understand them, but really, who was there to explain them to him? If he asked his parents, they would help, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that they would make him feel so stupid, telling him that they were going to start to look for tutors for him. He didn't understand. He was in all Honors classes, so wasn't it normal to have trouble with some things?
He would never be the perfect son that they wanted him to be. There was no way. He tried his hardest, he did, but it never seemed enough for his parents. They were always telling him to study, signing him up for classes that he never wanted to attend.
At least they let him have friends. They didn't exactly love them, not because of who they were, but because they took him away from precious studying time. They were always telling him to study, and frankly it worked most of the time, because he was scared of them.
They would always give him these looks, telling him to be as perfect as they wanted him to be. Fake. That's what you could call it. He was rarely himself around them, the perfect façade up whenever someone stopped by to see if he was really as perfect as his parents had told them. He tried not to let it get to him, but it started to fail after some time.
They let him play hockey, but not because they liked it. No, it was because it would look good on his college resume. He wasn't even sure that he wanted to be a doctor, but what choice did he have? After he came home, he did his homework and then worked on separate textbooks that his parents had bought him. He rarely was able to fit in time for his best friends.
He was struggling, trying to fulfill his parents wishes of him. No one saw him struggling, but how he wished they did. But was he really as stupid as they said sometimes? Was he the odd one because of that? If he wasn't the smart one, what was he?
At least he had Kendall, James and Carlos. But that was starting to bother him too. Was he burdening them? Did they too think that he was useless? Because, honestly, that was what he was starting to believe.
He was convinced that they thought he was a coward. He was sure of it. Honestly, he would love to do all those crazy stunts, but his parents would kill him if he got into any trouble. He had never gotten any detention, and when he came close, his friends always seemed to cover for him. It made him feel terrible knowing that they took the blame, but he let them, because even they didn't know how bad it was. His parents would hate him, or simply ignore him, which was worse than anything else. It was as if they were ashamed of him half of the time.
It wasn't like school was any easier. He was bullied, but it had lessened a bit as they got older and his friendship with his friends had strengthened. But, that didn't make anything easier. All those mean words. They are all going to be etched into his head forever. He'd never forget. All those scars and words would bring him down everyday, reminding him constantly that he'll never be good enough. Those words made his heart pound so hard that it made his chest ache.
Sometimes he thought of just ending it all, then the pressure wouldn't be there. He wanted to know how it would feel to be happy for once. Not sad or depressed, but happy. The only thing that made him happy was his friends, and that's what made the pain in his chest dull a bit. It would never fully disappear. He couldn't end it though, he couldn't do that to his friends. He knew that they loved him, and he couldn't put them through more pain then he was already causing them.
He wanted someone to catch him, because he was already falling fast hard and fast. He wanted someone to catch him and just say, "Don't you worry." Because, honestly, no one had ever said that to him.
AN: That was just a short prologue. I had always planned to post a story like this, but not this soon. I didn't think it was too bad, but I'm not so sure. Logan and his life is a somewhat exaggerated version of my own, but I'll tell you, I'm not suicidal nor do I have any suicidal thoughts. But, please talk to someone if you're struggling with anything. Talk to me, I'm always here. PM me or leave a review, you're free to tell me anything you want, and I'll always be there for you and try my hardest to help you out. Please leave a review.