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Ok, what is wrong with you people?

You actually liked this?

Not that I mind though... I'm actually quite flattered :)

I've decided that the previous chapter was a prologue, so please enjoy:

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Carlos's POV:

Something was up.

I don't know what it was, when it started, or just who exactly it was but 'it' was there and it was seriously dampening my poolside mood.

If I had to guess when, id say it started last week, the day of Gustavo's 'extra long super training in order to achieve the highest possible praise from Griffin rehearsals.' Or E.L.S.T.I.O.T.A.T.H.P.P.F.G.R, for... short?

Logan had been kind of... off... all day. He hadn't really spoken to us much and every time I glanced at him I noticed this sort of disappointed look in his eye. I don't know why, though, but ever since he's been weird. He's been really, really quiet, he's been staying in bed up till 2pm and he's gone even paler than usual. He didn't even want to come to the pool today! This is the first time since we've got here that he has actually said no to the pool.

Instead he just went back to bed.

The worst of it all was his test.

Let me explain, two days ago at school we had a simple science test, so simple that even I got a 95% score. But, for some reason Logan didn't. He didn't even get past writing his name. He actually failed a test. That never, repeat never, happens.

And that is why I am sitting here beside the pool. Staring up into space, and being uncharacteristically quiet.

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Logan's POV:

I'm sinking.

I can feel it.

I can feel it with every breath, every step, and every delicate pattern that I cut into my skin. I am no longer here.

I hate myself for this. For what I've become, what I'm becoming. And worse of all what it's doing to my friends. They don't know, they might be catching on but they don't know. I don't even feel like it's me who's doing it.

I feel like it's someone else, some other person and that I'm just watching from the sidelines, through a thin sheet of glass.

I'm hearing voices too.

Loud, snide, mean voices. Each of which exists for the sole purpose of hurting me.

No. This is not my life.

This is someone else's.

And I don't want to watch anymore.

I just want to go to sleep and never wake up, to cut that one last thread between the live and the dead. But that's what the voices want. I can feel my small grasp on what remains of my sanity getting weaker and weaker. I'm losing myself. I'm losing my friends. I'm losing my will to live.

I can see my arm reach again towards the blade, cutting deeper than before. But I cannot feel the pain that should be there.

Someone, please save me. Save me from the darkness. Save me from the voices. Save me from myself.

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I'm telling you I suck!

I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry for this chapter. I don't like it at all.

But please review