Author's Note: For my friend My-Name-Is-Tori. As a victim of bullying and harassment, I can say that it isn't fair. This is kinda based off a true story. I lost someone a long time ago to suicide. They were bullied and harassed until they finally shattered. I found her body, lying cold on the bathroom floor, surrounded by empty pill bottles and blood from deep gashes on her wrists and sides. Next to her, in shaky writing was a note that said "Thank you for everything, Nikki. I love you" I lost someone to bullying and now I'm a victim. So, stop bullying in its tracks and you might just save a life. Logan=my friend, Carlos=Me.

Warning: Character death, bullying, suicide, depression

Disclaimer: I don't own BTR.

Nobody understands him. His three best friends might, but everybody else hates him. Even Camille hates him.

How did he let it get this far? Why did he try to fight his nature? So what, he was gay, no big deal. But to everyone else at the Palmwoods, Logan Mitchell was a disease.

Nobody would ever understand what Logan had to deal with. He took a shaky breath and looked at the two pill bottles in his hands and the razor on the floor. He popped the lids off the bottles and picked up the pencil and paper he had brought with him.

"Dear Kendall, Carlos and James,

I'm so sorry. Please, don't hate me and don't seek revenge on the people who did this to me. Just know it had to be done and that I'm going to miss you all so much.

Love, Logan D. Mitchell"

He looked at the paper stained with tears and his messy handwriting. He tossed the paper to the side as he dug the razor blades into his wrists and sides. He gasped from the pain and then swallowed all the pills from both bottles.

He could feel himself fading. He saw the pool of blood around his body and his vision kept fading in and out of focus. He thought back on his life before he fell forward, leaving this life behind.

Carlos really had to pee and Logan was taking forever. "I'm coming in, Logie! I really have to pee!" Carlos opened the door and gasped in horror.

He screamed. Kendall and James rushed to his side and they too screamed. The three boys rushed to the lifeless body, crying heavily. That's when Kendall found the note. He read it aloud.

"Oh Logan. Why didn't you just talk to us?" James said, his voice breaking. Kendall and Carlos wrapped their arms around the tall brunette and cried together.

Carlos couldn't bear to watch as the casket was lowered into the frozen Minnesota ground. As he was placed in the grave, Carlos had to walk away.

When all the people had left, Carlos returned to the final resting place of his best friend.

Logan Mitchell

1994-2011

Best friend, Band mate, brother

May he be with the Angels

Carlos knelt beside the large hole. "I'm never going to forget you, Logan. I'll always remember and I promise you I'm going to do everything I can to stop bullying. You didn't deserve this, and neither does anyone else. For you, I'm going to end this. Now."

Carlos rose from the gravesite and walked away, determination flashing in his mocha eyes. This wasn't the end of Logan's story. In fact, It was only the beginning.

Note: Sorry. I just had to get that off my chest. So yeah. Please review and tell me your stories. I dont judge EVER so if you need to talk, Im here. Thanks.