a/n: HUGE thanks to TrailBlazerFan4Life and Miss Fenway for reviewing the prologue :D now things start to pick up and get a little crazy and a lotta angsty - hope you all enjoy :D I don't own anything.
Chapter One
Skies are crying, I am watching, catching teardrops in my hands. Only silence has it's ending like we never had a chance. Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me? - Demi Lovato, "Skyscraper"
one week ago.
Some days, Logan Mitchell wished that his eyes just wouldn't open.
At first he wasn't sure if that meant he wanted to die, but after a few weeks he decided that blissful death would be more endearing than the life he was living now. He was alone and depressed, and all he wanted was to be loved. Was that too much to ask? Would death be too much to ask? A life of peace, no stress, and acceptance... would that be too much to ask?
The loud screeching of his alarm clock let Logan know that once again his wishes didn't come true. No surprise there- wishes never came true.
He laid in bed a moment, waiting for what he knew wouldn't come. In most households, kids had at least one parent checking in on them, making sure they had woken up in time for school. Logan hoped that one day his dad would at least peak his head in through the door, calling to see if he was awake. But that never happened, furthermore egging on Logan's reasons for not wanting to get up anymore.
But just the same as everyday, Logan forced himself out of bed, into the shower, and then to get dressed. He forced himself to eat breakfast even though he barely had an appetite anymore. He forced himself to put his unfinished homework- what was the point of doing homework anymore?- into his book bag. His dad would be leaving for work by now unless he was gone already, barely saying a word to Logan in the process; and his mom, even though she moved across town after the divorce, Logan knew she was still asleep since she probably got in late from the office.
It was every morning like this Logan felt so alone.
Then there was school, which Logan liked to describe as Hell on earth. Ever since he lost his three best friends, Kendall, James, and Carlos, everyday had been a nightmare to him. He was forced to face the kids who had been picking on him for years all alone.
Logan had always been bullied. And although he prided himself in being able to ignore the harsh words said to him, he new that deep down it all hurt the same. He wasn't strong, he was weak. He acted like nothing phased him, like he didn't care, but that was the thing- it was all an act.
When he was younger, he always had Kendall, James, and Carlos to help him when he needed it. Whether they were beating someone up for him, or simply defending him, he knew he could always count on them.
Not anymore. Now , he was alone. And that hurt more than anything.
Kendall had been the first to drop him, then James, and finally Carlos. Now the four of them didn't even acknowledge each other. But even though their fighting, or simply ignorance of one another, Logan hoped that he could still depend on his friends- his ex-friends- to help him out when he needed it.
He couldn't. They stopped caring.
And now all four of them would pay the price.
It was raining when Logan started his walk to school, but he didn't care. He let the rain beat on him, soak him to the bone as he treaded on. He was about halfway there when a car drove by him. It stopped at the light at the end of the street and when Logan reached the corner, he took a glance at the car.
Kendall was inside. At first the blonde boy didn't notice Logan's blatant stare in his direction but when he turned his head, he stared back for a moment.
Logan felt his stomach drop when he made eye contact with his ex-best friend and then it churned when Kendall slammed on his gas pedal, taking off down the street and going through a puddle on the way, sending a steam of water spraying on Logan.
The raven haired boy stood there, motionless, then reached into his backpack, his fingers curling around the only thing in his bag.
For once, he couldn't wait to get to school.
Logan had first period math, and James was in that class with him. After they had stopped talking, and James had gotten his seat moved away from him, things were just awkward. Of course, Logan still tried to talk to him, still tried to help him with his work. Countless times, James just shot him down but that didn't stop Logan from trying.
Today was different however. When he walked into his classroom, he went straight to his seat, he sat right down, and took out his binder. He didn't even look in James' direction. Part of him, the part that held onto the tiny sliver of hope, was wishing that James would noticed Logan's change in behavior and ask him if something was wrong. But the most he got from him was a few glances in his direction but nothing more.
Logan should learn to not be so disappointed anymore.
Class ended and the day went on. Logan walked through the hallways, his shoulders constantly getting bumped by the students passing him. It was like he wasn't really there, like he was invisible or something.
Like he didn't matter.
And for once in his life, he actually agreed with that.
The day went by like a blur and before he knew it, it was lunch time. Logan had lunch with Carlos and Kendall. James used to be in their lunch but third marking period, he got his classes switched so he had a different lunch. Logan was so used to sitting with Carlos and Kendall that he still walked over to their old table and sat there, expecting Carlos and Kendall to join him. They never did.
Kendall was the first to leave them. He took to sitting with the hockey team, as they all adored him, since he was the captain. Logan would see Carlos floating around from table to table, not really having a place to call his own, and it just broke Logan's heart. Why couldn't he just come sit with him again? Oh right, Logan remembered- the four of them were broken beyond repair.
Or maybe they could've been repaired if Logan wasn't the only one that cared.
The raven haired boy turned around so his back away against the table and hoisted his book bag into his lap. He stuck his hand inside and felt a chill up his spine when he grasped the cold metal, and used his finger to flick the safety off.
It was show time…
Walking down the hall, James saw Logan in the cafeteria. Normally he wouldn't give the boy a second glance but there was something about the way he was sitting, staring off into space with a blank look on his face. James' walk slowed down until he was just standing there and he watched Logan carefully and curiously as he walked out to the middle of the cafeteria, using one hand to hold up his book bag which was concealing his other hand. He stopped moving and dropped his bag. James couldn't see what Logan was holding, but one student's outcry explained it all.
"He's got a gun!"
Complete hysteria broke out like an epidemic. Everyone in the cafeteria ducked under their tables. Teachers tried to usher out as many kids as they could, and try to get help at the same time. Nobody dared to get near Logan. Many watched in horror, fear, and awe as he stood there, marveling the gun in his hand. James, however, ran into the cafeteria, passing the teacher who tried to pull him into hiding with the rest of the kids cowering in the corner with him and neared his old friend.
"Logan!" the smaller boy turned his head in James' direction, his eyes swimming with tears. James eyed the gun warily. "Logan, what are you doing?" he asked slowly.
Logan's smile was completely out of place, along with the short chuckle that escaped his lips. "James, you always told me that the world is a stage and we're all actors." he replied softly. "Well this…" Logan passed the gun from one hand to another. James' heart nearly stopped. "This is the grand finale."
