Logan sat in the doctor's office patiently with one hand voluntarily cuffed onto the circular-padded chair he was sitting on. The doctor finally entered the room with a wide smile and the brunette felt secure finally; even if he had wanted to do this session, he still hated being alone. Because when he was alone, he never truly was alone.
"Mr. Mitchell," the doctor started, shaking Logan's one free hand, "How are you?"
Logan knew the question was unnecessary, but he wouldn't have shown such disrespect to an older gentleman. That would be rude. "I'm, less than fine, to be perfectly honest with you," Logan replied frankly.
"I'm quite aware of that Logan," the doctor responded, "I can call you Logan of course, can't I."
"Of course sir," the petite teen said as soon as the doctor finished, "you're the superior, it's your call to refer to me as whatever you'd like."
"Mr. Mitchell, may I ask, who do you exactly consider to be your superiors; I'm curious."
"Well, if you'd like to know, usually people of a higher degree than myself in society or otherwise; there could be no way I could ever tell you, 'no'."
"Yet, you have, remember."
"That was not me Doctor; that was a voice in my head."
"So what you are telling me is that the voice in your head has the ability to say, 'no' when you can't because it doesn't fear authority?"
"Yes, he's quite reckless in that sense to be honest."
"What about any other voices; I heard another one in one of our sessions. What's its place in the chain of command?"
"Well, she is my rational voice who tends to be gentler with and around me and supports me. She's my strong-hold."
"Are there any others that tell you what to do?"
"At first there was a third, but the third and the first merged."
"How do you know that though?"
"Every time I hear him speak, I can hear the other voice at the same time."
"So, Mr. Mitchell, would you say you have issues with you parents and parental figures in general."
"With all due respect, why is this necessary doctor?"
"I want to get to know you Mr. Mitchell if I'm ever going to be able to truly help you."
"I see a therapist and take my pill, that's not enough."
"Logan, do you think you're crazy."
"That's beside the point, is it not?"
"It's a question and as your superior, I expect you to answer it?"
"Sir, I'm quite uncomfortable with this topic in general; is there any way we could avoid talking about this."
"Did you not hear my command in the first place?"
"I did, but I'd prefer not to answer that."
"It's not a question you can refuse."
"Please, I desperately don't want to."
"You are going too."
"I beg of you."
"I don't care."
"Stand up to him Logan, you aren't crazy, just a pussy; Tell him how strong you really are." The gruff voice hit the air fast before he started to jerk upwards at the seated doctor.
"So, you're his masculine alter ego," the doctor asked while staring down at the large notebook in his hands.
"Who the hell do you think you are old man, you don't know me," "Oh, I'm so sorry about him," a second voice that wasn't Logan's rang into the air, "His name is-," "Don't give this crap doctor our names ass; I don't want to deal with him anymore than anyone else does." "I'm so sorry Logan; he's just a little moody today. That's all." The doctor watched as Logan drew his knees to his chest and simply apologized while wiping tears from his eyes.
"What's wrong Logan," the doctor interjected, knowing all too well what was happening.
"I, I can't. Please. They hurt mmmmeeeeee," the brunette cried when the gruff voice surfaced again, "If you won't take a stand Lora, then I will." "His name is Logan." "You treat him like a girl" "He is a beautiful boy and you are just angry." "What's there to be angry about, that he's a pussy." "Shut Up!" Logan screamed, gnawing on the ends of his long jacket, "Shut Up! Shut Up! Shut Up!"
"Logan, who are you yelling at?"
"Them, the, the voices, do you not see them."
"Logan, the voices are in your head."
"NO, I'm just as real as you doc, just a little less of a dumb ass." "I swear to Go-" "What are you going to do."
The doctor reinterjected, "He'll erase you forever."
"Yeah" "How's he going to do that?"
"Because you don't exist."
"Are you insane."
"No, Logan, you are."
"I, I am? I am!" Logan was acting strange as he finally came to terms with the fact that he really had lost his mind and was still recovering. That he was actually crazy.
"Tell them Logan; tell the voices that you own them. That they are nothing but a figment of your imagination that will die when you decide," The doctor was still writing in his notes, but he seemed to have a smile across his face.
"Yes. Yeah, you're in my head because, because, because I'm mentally ill and that's okay and it's not something to be so ashamed about. Because you don't own me. I do." The brunette smiled at the final statement and the doctor looked up at him. And for the first time, he was confident that the voices weren't coming back.
"Logan, I don't think it's too late to save you anymore," the doctor said with a wide smile and Logan started to think about Normal life again.
Jo was fearful for her boyfriend's soul and after seeing how he acted around the crazy fag, she realized that it was up to her to bring other's in to save him. She couldn't do this solely alone anymore and she needed the help of the one man that had more influence on Kendall than god himself, so she was exuberant when she got the text from the blonde. The text that had him in bed with the fairy and said he was her 'gay ex.' She had dated Kendall for three years now, so she knew why he'd done it. He wanted her to get pissy and send it out to everyone, but that would be letting him win. It'd be letting the fairy win, and in no way would she ever have that. She had different plans for that text.
And anyway, they had not broken up and Kendall was not gay either, Jo had decided, because it just couldn't happen. She was supposed to marry Kendall and become the preacher's wife and be fawned over by all the other church ladies. Some doe-eyed whore wasn't going to be able to steal that position without a fight. Without a war and a bloody one at that. And so when she realized that the pastor had a relatively empty schedule, Jo decided that she had to do what she could. And it started with outing Kendall as a sinner to the one person who could save him.
"Pastor Knight," Jo started, giving the older man a confused look, "I'm worried about your son lately. He's been spending so much time over at those institutions. Do you wonder what he does there?"
The preacher shook his head, "He's administering to the sick like he said he was, I'm just surprised he didn't bring you in his group down there. You are his girlfriend after all."
"Sir, with all due respect, I believe that your son may be have ulterior motives for going because he doesn't bring anyone, but himself with him on those trips."
"What are you trying to suggest Jo?" he didn't turn to face her.
"I'm suggesting that I believe that Kendall may be cheating on me. With a Boy."
"How dare you accuse him of such," the older man said, turning around and standing up to tower over Jo, but she wouldn't be frightened so easily, "You should be ashamed of yourself for saying things like that. It's against the bible to gossip remember. It's one of the commandments and I won't be having that kind of sin be spreading over this office."
"Pastor, I have proof that this is no gossip," the blonde said, standing up to be on par with him and not be so easily thrown off her game, "Ever since camp this year, he's been acting very differently; have you noticed." The pastor rubbed his head and sitting back down, defeated as he realized she was right; ever since the incident with the boy, Kendall had been a different person. He was never at home and never with friends, but Pastor Knight had always put it to just passion for what he did. He'd never thought about it as a ploy to get his way.
"Okay, I'll give you that one."
"I'm sorry to have to be the one to reveal this to you, but Kendall searched out and found the boy from the camp. And he's been spending the last few months with him."
"Oh,"
"I just found out myself."
He took a deep breath, "Is my son one of them Jo. Be honest."
"It can be fixed Pastor Knight; you know that better than anyone else."
"That's not exactly an answer is it Jo; be honest."
"Yes. Kendall had been tempted. He's a homo now; or at least, that's what he says."
"My son's been spending his time with a fag and I never knew."
"He hid it well Pastor, I had to follow him to find out."
"Is he, have they, are they; I just don't know what to even say."
"I know that he sent me this the other day," and Jo pulled out the text on the phone with the two boys in the hospital bed while the preacher looked away sick.
"I've spent so many years' warning him about this life style and he betrays me like this, I just don't know exactly what to say." He stared away in shame and disgust.
"Look, if you help me, I can make Kendall forget about all this; I'll make him forget about this fairy and move on with me. I just need you to pull some strings and get him to go out with me for once and not go over with, him. He'll listen to you." And so, the pastor dialed Kendall's number into his office phone while Jo watched intensely, forming a plan in her head on how to get rid of the brunette that was destroying her life.
Logan was excited for Kendall to finally take him all the pictures he had developed while he was in Therapy. He'd been working on making Picture books for were to put them all week and after four good camera's, he was sure he'd fill the first composition notebook he'd prepared. The nurses were nice enough to buy it for him, but he thought it was because of how unstable he was at the moment, but he didn't particularly mind. And when the big door swung open to reveal a handsome, blonde boy, Logan's heart was doing flips. He ran over to Kendall and gripped his mid-half hard, close to his while he buried his head in the taller's chest. This was the dream life.
"What's up with you today, Coco," Kendall asked while putting the packages of pictures on the table.
"I missed you so much today Kendall, I thought you'd never come back," Logan offered him a smile before running over to the couch to go through the pictures.
"Now tell me something, why on this earth would I ever do that," Kendall asked, plopping down next to Logan on the couch, "Anyway, how was breakfast."
Logan looked at him with a quirked eyebrow while sitting on the couch, "What."
"It looks to me like you had Lucky Charms," Kendall said, getting increasingly close to where Logan was organizing pictures across the cushion.
"Now what does that have to do with anything," the brunette shrugged while his eyes stayed focused on the stream of photos.
"Cause right now, you're looking magically delicious," Kendall jumped on top of him, pinning him down on the couch while he giggled before giving him a light kiss on the lips.
"Hey, cool it down you too," Jennifer said after walking down from her Soaps time, "I'd hate to have to sit between you too."
"It'd be stupid to try," Stefanie interjected, "Cause I sure as hell did and I'm on the floor." And sure enough, Stefanie had been sitting there the whole time and they never noticed. Logan guessed that maybe love really did make you blind.
"Jay, come look, the pictures came out great," and Logan started to go on and on about which ones were his favorites and which ones he couldn't stand. "But I think this is the best," he pulled the picture out that Sam had taken of Jennifer, Fender, Logan and Kendall all sitting on the couch. To Logan, it was everyone that truly was close, close to him. Not just house mates.
"That is a great one Logie, we should frame it," Jennifer offered, knowing his reaction before he could start to freak out.
"NO! We absolutely won't be breaking that rule ever again, especially after what happened last time with it. No." Logan shook his head to her amusement, but she didn't press the issue more, knowing it would be futile as soon as the first try was up.
"Hey Coco," Kendall started, breaking the picture conversation to move on, "how was the doctor today, you never told us."
"Well, he gave me good news," Logan went on, hugging up close to the blonde, "He told me that there was away for me to be normal again." Logan flashed everyone a smile, while Jennifer and Stephanie turned back quickly.
"How long will it take," Jay whined, making Logan a little sad; he hated knowing he hurt friends.
"Don't worry, it'll be a long time, he just gave me hope that it could work."
"Well, that's incredible Kisses, but I'll be right here in this house next to you until you move on from here," Jennifer shot a glare at Kendall who was still talking, "and Jennifer could come with us too, of course."
"Actually, my doctor told me a month ago that this is the farthest I'll ever be able to go since the, you know, the abuse," she said mournfully. "He told me that they would move me into, 'Permanent Housing,' once everyone else was done here."
"Well, I guess we'll have to go to permanent housing together then won't we," Logan said cheerfully back to her.
"Why?" she questioned, confused, moving her head from side to side and sending brown curls everywhere.
"Remember the scout motto," Logan said back grinning, "Never leave a friend behind," and with that, she climbed up onto the couch with Kendall, deciding they could both share Logan equally.
Author's Note: I know, crappy fluff chapter, but it's important because Chapter ten on is all the ending. All of it up to sixteen. Because the ending is the biggest, most ambitious thing I have ever tried. Let's just say not everyone makes it out alive. I mean the set up is a Mentally Unstable Logan, Desperate Closeted Kendall, and Mega Evil Bitch Jo. You know someone aint gonna make it. So the domino's are all about to start falling. Anywho, I decided to update tomorrow as well just cause it's a holiday and you all deserve it for continuing to read this. I'll go back to normal schedule by tuesday. You're awesome. Thank you so frickin much for your amazing reviews and kindness. They absolutely mean the world to me. Luv Ya. XoXo
