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Again, usual disclaimer I still do not own Veronica Mars, but I was going to get the dvd's for my birthday, but my mum couldn't find them on such sort notice so I didn't :(

Logan makes a little progress.. and then back tracks a lil... hope you enjoy!!

Chapter 4

"Is there anything you'd like to share today Logan?"

You just shake your head. You've been going to group therapy sessions for four weeks now, you've barely said more than your name. On the plus side, you've been sober for four days now. You're liver thanks you, but your body is screaming for the intoxicating liquid. It makes everything so much more real without it.

Realities a bitch, she's harsh and unforgiving. You don't like it one bit. You want to quit quitting, you want to quit getting help, but then you remember the reason you're here, so you don't. Keith's been good to you, he's the only reason you're still here. He's taken you in for your own sake, part of you believes it's for his own sanity too. He's a father, he needs to look after someone, you just so happen to be that someone. It shocked you that you let him. But now, you look forward to the mornings, you look forward to the smell of breakfast cooking. You look forward to seeing the sun, hitting the waves.

And then it hits you, maybe group therapy is working. At least it's making you more susceptible to being around people. To accepting help. To listening to others. You know now you're not alone.

"You don't even want to share why you're here?"

"I think you've all guessed why I'm here. We're all here for the same damn reason. Dealing with our grief right? Or did I walk into the wrong group of oddballs?"

Your tone is harsh, and you curse yourself a little inside. She was trying to make a bridge, and you just knocked it down. You shake off the feeling, you've got enough baggage, you don't need to add anymore guilt to it. Besides, you wouldn't be so snappy if you were on the drink... right?

"Yes, but would you like to share with us the reason you're grieving? Say something. It doesn't have to be much, just a name, or a description, or a feeling, or ever a memory, just something about you."

A sadistic smile plays across your face as you eye her. You wonder which death she'd like to know about. You wonder who to talk about? About which lost cause should be the topic of interest today.

"That all depends... who do you want to know about? Lilly? My mum? Aaron? Beav? Or Veronica?"

Did you just share?

"There's a story and feeling of weakness and guilt behind all of them. I could have done something, I could have been stronger, it's not my fault right? But it is. It is my fault. It was always my fault... even when she made me feel like it wasn't."

That sad expressions back on your face, she's running through your mind again.

"They were right the first time... I never deserved a girl like her... I'm dirt... she's pure innocence."

You're mumbling incoherently, if you weren't sure that you'd given up drinking, you'd be convinced that you were drunk. You look around at the bemused faces.

"What? That's what you wanted to hear right? Names, descriptions, feelings, memories... something about me? I believe I covered them all. And you know what..? I could do with a drink, so if you don't mind, I'm going to cut this little play date short, I have another one with my friend Jack to get to."

You go to leave, but the dark haired girl with the scars and the issues, Melissa, stops you, she holds onto your sleeve. You look down at her with confusion, she looks up at you with pleading in her eyes.

"Take me with you?"

She whispers, not that she needs to, the whole rooms silent, they'd hear her no matter what. You get closer to her face before sneering at her.

"What makes you think you'd be welcome?"

"Because misery loves company."

A smirk plays on your face, she's right. You straighten up, hold your hand out for her, before leaving the confused group of grievers behind you.