Scars

By: Lightmyfire2254

Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush, but I do own the story line and Jordyn

Also please excuse any grammar or typos I'm only in the 8th grade.

Summary: "WHAT! WHERE GOING BACK TO MINNESOTA!" we yelled. "Yes, you boys need to finish your senior year back home at your old high school." Mrs. Knight replied. What has happened to the school they once knew? What happened to all of the nice kids they grew up with? What has Logan been hiding from the rest of the band? Will they do the wrong thing just to fit into the crowd? LoganxOc

~At the Palm Woods~

"Boys, we need to talk," Mrs. Knight said. The Big Time Rush boys sat on their orange couch in their apartment. Gustavo and Kelly sat across from the boys, "Dogs, you're going back to Minnesota. I don't see the passion in your music anymore, so where sending you back to your roots to find that passion."

"WHAT! WHERE GOING BACK TO MINNESOTA!" we yelled, we all love L.A. and we didn't want to leave.

"Yes, you boys need to finish your senior year back home at your old high school." Mrs. Knight answered, "Go start packing boys."

A week later in Minnesota

Logan's POV

I know I should be grateful for getting to come back home, but I don't want to be here. I know I sound selfish, but there were no good memories that have come from being at school. I sigh as we walked into the front door, our first time back into what I called hell. We made our way through the halls, to see everyone freeze at the sight of us. A stamped of fan girls and some fan boys tackled us right in the middle of the hallway. I looked around all the girls to see the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Right behind the blue lockers stood, her black hair reached her mid back and her icy blue eyes made me melt at the sight of her. I am also ashamed of my last comment I made, but it's true, she's the definition of beauty.

"Logan, Logan, LOGAN!" a blond slut screamed into my face, this girl seemed very familiar, oh right that girl's name is Molly. Her gaze followed mine till she saw the girl I was staring at. Molly snapped her manicured fingers; five football players came behind her, "That little slut is tainting my Logan's eyes. Please dispose of the worthless piece of trash." Molly led the boys over to the girl, her eyes widened when she saw Molly and her gang of jocks walk up to her. The football guy slammed his fist right into her gut, she doubled over from the pain. Molly pulled her hair up so she would look at her in the eyes, "You little slut how dare you steal my Logan's attention you whore," Molly spat in her face, the boys took this as their cue to being to beat her senseless. I look over at the guys they loved the attention they were getting, unlike me who could only focus on that girl, her face was bleeding, bruises covered most of her skin. The bell rang after what had felt like forever, the jocks left once the bell rang, I looked around I may be a genius, but there is no way I remember how to get around this place. I thought about asking the girl for directions, but I realized it wouldn't be good to ask. In her position she was in she looked like a homeless child, her knees where up to her chest, her back was against the lockers, headphones in her ears, she reminded me of someone I once knew. The guys look around the hallway for someone to ask for directions, they finally notice the girl I've been staring at ever since I laid my eyes on her. They rush over to her, they are about to ask her for directions when we heard her mumbling under her breath, "Then she closed her eyes, found relief in a knife, the blood flows as she cries." I listened to her soothing voice. She opened her eyes and looked around, her eyes met mine. Abruptly she stood up and started running down the hallway towards the bathroom, she ran into the bathroom. All I could remember was the haunting, terrified look in her eyes, one that screamed of desperation and help. And I knew I couldn't give her the help she needed.

Jordyn's Pov

Hi, my name is Jordyn Williams, and you may know my name, but not my story. My story is one told to people to scare them, to humiliate me, and just to torture me in reminding me I don't have a purpose in this life. I am constantly reminded of this daily. It nags at me knowing that I'm just a fat, ugly slut and I don't deserve to live. I began my walk to school as I thought of how my life could get any worse, I guess it can, but I don't want to stay and find out. I arrive a few minutes early only to go to my locker, and see Big Time Rush show up. So what I don't care that they're here, it will only be a constant reminder that I will never be as good as them, how they're perfect, and I'm worthless. One of the boys kept staring at me, which in turn only made Molly mad at me. Her and neanderthals walked over to me and shoved me against the locker, Jack the main bully punched my stomach, making me double over from the pain. Molly pulled my hair up so I would look at her in the eyes, "You little slut how dare you steal my Logan's attention you whore," Molly spat in my face, the boys took this as their cue to being to beat me like they always do. During my beating I kept asking myself questions, 'When is enough, enough?' 'Why me?' 'Should I really go through with it?' The bell rang after what felt like an hour the guys scurried away so they wouldn't get caught. I felt blood run down my face, arms, and torso; all I could feel is the emotional scaring that I have been dealing with since I came to this school in the 7th grade. Who am I anymore? I feel like a shell of nothingness. I slid down the lockers and put my dark purple headphones the song 'How she feels' by Between the Tree's began to play. I thought I was alone so I began to mumble along with the words. I opened my eyes because I really needed to wash the blood off my face, but when I opened my eyes and lifted my head off of my knees I saw the BTR boys standing around me. I got up so I wouldn't get beaten up by them. I ran to the bathroom and washed the blood off my face, there really isn't a purpose in this life anymore, my mom works all day, my dad was never around, I don't have any siblings, and I get beaten up every day, this life isn't worth it anymore. I began to cry, the silent tears made me even more frustrated. I let out a frustrated yell; I tried to open a pill bottle I had in my bag. I heard the door open, the pills spilt all over the floor. I looked toward the door, and there he was in all his glory, one of the BTR boys. I slid down the wall; my breath was caught in my throat. Oh God I'm hyperventilating, yippy fucking doo! Maybe this will kill me.

Logan's Pov

I ran into the bathroom after I heard a yell erupt from it. I saw pills spilt all over the floor; she looked in my direction I could tell she really was trying to do something I wish I would have never thought about. I wrapped my arms around her petite form, her whole body trembled, "Shhh, I won't hurt you I want to help you," I whispered to her. I picked up her body and cradled her into my chest. I walked by right out the front doors, and began to walk back to my old house.

"Do you want to go to your house or mine?" I asked her quietly.

"Um, yours that is if you don't mind," her voice was horse from all the crying she had done.

"That's perfectly fine." I carried her all the way to my old house. It was a small house, but I lived here by myself. I set her down on the couch and handed her a small blanket to cover up with.

"Why? What made you want to help me? She asked me.

Thanks for reading this story; I came up with the idea yesterday. I'm also brain dead with where to go with Crushed and Created so it is on hold for a while.

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-Lightmyfire2254