Diclamier: Own Zoey? Mio? Yeah right. And pigs can fly. And the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus are real. Dream on! In no way shape or form do I own Zoey 101. No way in any life or on any planet would that happen!
Chapter 1: Without You, My Dear.
Logan sat in his room, the tears just pouring out of his brown eyes. How, just how could she? His mind repeated the question repeatedly. It was just all he could think of. No matter how he tried, she was on his mind. No matter what.
They had been so happy together. He would talk to her every chance he got. She would do the same. They would chat, webcam, even virtual arcade sometimes, just to feel one another again. Then, that all just went downhill in one message.
Flashback
Madmioselle-Cruz16 has just signed on.
Madmioselle-Cruz16: Logan? Logan hurry up, I have something BIG 2 tell u.
Way-2-Hot-4-U: Hey, Dana. Wha up?
Madmioselle-Cruz16: LOL Logan. Guess What, I'm a French Boy's GIRLFRIEND! His name is Gaston and he is SOOOOOOO Cute!.
Way-2-Hot-4-U: W-what? But---we--u---I...
Madmioselle-Cruz16: Yeah, I know, I was speechless too!
Way-2-Hot-4-U: That's not what I meant. I meant...what about us?
Madmioselle-Cruz16: Ooh. Well, we never really were together. So, there no big problem. Oh! I GTG, but I'll talk to u L8R, k? We're still friends. L8R!
Madmioselle-Cruz16 has signed off.
End Flashback.
His whole world crashed down that day. It had been ten weeks ago, yet he still beat himself up over it. He even attempted suicide...and succeded. Well, is succeding. He started cutting deep past his skin to the veins. He bought way more sweaters and long sleeved shirts now to cover up his scars. He kept the dagger under his mattress. It was small and thin, yet it could give him such release. He could no longer sleep, so he began to study. But, that didn't hide anyone's worries. The teachers even began to fear for the new smart.
Flashback
Mr. McCoviac's Math class was learning high-school multiplication & division. No calculators beside their brains were allowed. The only pupil answering was, of course, Quinn. Except for one problem.
"The answer of 192.76 multiplied by 2 is...anyone?" The old teacher looked around to see the only arm raised was Quinn. He sighed. "Yes, Ms. Pensky?"
Quinn stood proudly with a glimmering smile upon her face as she answered. "392.5 is the answer."
"It's 385 and 52 tenths, you dufus." Logan's annoyed voice pierced through as all eyes landed at his form. His head hung, his eyes wandering on the pencil he was holding up by the eraser so the tip of the granite touched his desk. His eyes seemed uniterested in life, as did the rest of his body.
"Yeah, right, like that's the correct ans..."
Quinn was quickly cut off my the teacher. "Actually Ms.Pensky..." He said, punching in the numbers in his calculator, " Mr. Reese is correct. 385.52 is the answer." He said, turning back to the board to write the right answer. Quinn, mouth gaping open, slunk slowly back into her seat in wild disbelieaf.
End Flashback
What had gone wrong? What had he done? Had he said something during their chats? He couldn't remember. Everything was fuzzy to him. Probably from all the crying he had done.
He needed release immediatly. He walked, more like dragged, himself to the edge of his bed as he slowly lifted the mattress to get the knife. He replaced the mattress as he yet again dragged himself to the front room. He only got to the chair before collasping completely. He hadn't really eaten since the day. He only left his room for school announcments and class. Girls didn't even bring him out of his dispressional slump.
He sat up, his head against the side of the chair. He raised his arm as he rolled up his sleeve. The knife swiftly glided across his skin. He tossed his head back, in pleasure and to retort the pain. He looked back down to see the blood fastly spill out of the wound. He made others before, the skin stopping the blood pealed off as the blood from those to collided with the crimson of the new scar.
He made another, then another, then getting the result of a completely bloody arm. But he didn't see as his eyes drifted close. He swayed a little as he tipped over and fell on the floor, unconscious. The blood from his arm spread onto the carpetted floor, quickly seeping in. The crimson quickly flew all around him. So all that was left, was a unconscious teenage boy's body in his own blood from his own veins.