Hey, a new Kogan story! Enjoy! Every chapter will be Logan's POV... unless I change my mind and put Kendall's POV in some of them. LOl, but the first chapter is totally Logan's POV. Enjoy!

Summary: Poor Logan is being bullied but not because he's smart, not at 's not t he fact that he's gay either. No! It's something else that's more shocking then no one could ever imagine. Because of his reasons, he shouldn't deserve to be pounded. But when one of his main bully, Kendall Knight (who's a bad boy and the school's leader), found out the truth, he let Logan know that he's sorry. But one sorry doesn't fond Logan. He think about committing suicide. Can Kendall stop him before it's too late?

Disclaimer: I don't own BTR.

It seems like a normal, peaceful day here in Minnesota. The flowers are blooming, birds chirping, the sun is raising, all that Spring crap really. But for me, it's a torture zone. When I'm into depresant, the rain showers above my head. The world feels cold and dark. The shadow passes by refusing to let me hide my face from the sunlight. And when I want to be seen, the sun shines on me like a spotlight, but I don't shine and everyone can't see me. No one could see me-covered in almost faded, purple spots as big as a person's fist. Lines of crimson blood sliding down my face, mixed with tears of shane and misery. A pink line as long as a ruler covers my arm; permanently scaring me from the memories of my dark past. The world feels cold, in and out. The constant taunting, abusing, and harrassment, keeps pulling me down to Hell, causing me pain and suffering. The hot, fire-y, burning feeling in Hell condinsates the liquid in my, causing me to sweat in an inpressive speed. In an unpleasant way. But no matter how hot it is, I'll always feel cold. My inside's too cold. The tempeture is decreasing below zero, turning liquid into ice and the weight is pulling me further down. I can't stand all the harrassment and abusment! I can't stand the pressure they keep giving me! I can't stand feeling of invisability when I wanted to be noticed! I can't stand the misunderstanding! I can't stand doing all their damn homework! I can't stand the pain and suffering anymore! It's time to end this. It's time to end my life.

I put three near the edge of my bed. A knife, random drug pills, and a gun. A st of those are quick suicide. I want something painless. What the hell? my life is always a pain. But it won't hurt to feel one more pain 'til I go. Ok, pain is nothing to me anymore. I stare down at the deadly items. I glace up at the window in front of me. The luminous shines through the window flooding the room, filling all darkness. But what I see is not bright light, it's dark. Everything I see is darkness. Why is my life has to be so cruel? This cruel world is dead to me. I'm the target for them. I hate being the victim of everything. I came over and close the thick curtain window, so that the only light that's shown is the light at the bottom of the door. The light from the hallways outside. The room is now dark and silent. Dim of light. The fainted sound was broken seconds later when they're pounding forcfully and boisterously on my door, screaming at me to open the door and screaming my name.

"LOGAN! Open this door!" My little Latino friend yells

"Open the freakin' door Logan!" My tall brunette friend hollars.

"Logan, please let us in! We know what you're doing and it won't help!" The blond pleads.

"LOGAN!"

They want in. They know what I'm going to do- for the second time. I turn my head to the door and give it a death glare. Imagining their reations of what I'm about to do. I ignore their screams and turn back to the three items on my bed. Now it's like their screams are inaudible. The deadly items now look like shadow figures. They are calling my name. Persuading me to use them. I close my eyes my eyes and pick. The thing I pick up are drug pills. A smile creeps on my face. This is better. If I swallow them, lay on my bed and close my eyes, it will look like I'm peacefully sleeping... until they relized I never wakes up. They might take me to the hospital and there's 50/50 chance of me living. I throw the pills in the trash can next to the side table and pick up the next thing in hand: the knife. I try to stab my heart, or slice my neck, but I fail. I can't do it! It's too hard. I need something... something that makes me dead instantly and painfully. I put the knife down and pick up the last deadly item: The gun. the smile creeps again. I acknowledge its apperence in my hand. It won't hear becasue I'll be dead in no time. I loaded the gun and get ready. I was about to point the gun to my temple until I heard them...

"Logan, please open the door if you don't; Kendall's gonna cry!"

"No I'm not gonna, James!"

"Really?"

"Does anyone see my helmet?"

"CARLOS! NOT NOW!"

"I'm gonna do something!"

"See, Kendall, you are crying."

"SHUT UP JAMES!"

"Logie makes Kenny a happy boy."

"SHUT THE HELL UP JAMES!"

Kendall is crying? He barely crys. He's accually crying? For me? I lower the gun. He doesn't want me to go. But I can't live if no one will accept me. the only person who accepts me are my mom, the three guys, and their parents. that's it. I don't know, should I? Suddenlly, the door was slamed open. Carlos had head-butted the door. Damn it. It gave me a suprise attack and made me pull the trigger. It made a gunshot sound causing my eyes to open wide with suprise, along with James. Carlos looks lost for a sec there and about to walk back, but somehow stayed in place. And the gunshot made Kendall, my lover, fell on his knees and sob.

~~~FREEZE TIME~~~

But to make myself clear of what's really going on and make it more understadable, let's start at the beginning, shall we?

Nice beginning huh? Well, that's just the beginning. Tell me what you think and I'll continue on. See ya later and review!