Hey ! … that's it… I better get some heys back!
***BTR***
Logan woke up that night to the sound of sharp, uneven breaths. He flicked on the light to find Carlos as pale as a ghost. Sweat covered Carlos' face and he winced in his sleep in pain.
Logan went over to him and put his hand carefully on his friend's forehead. He quickly pulled it away feeling the heat coming off it. "Oh God." he said to himself and shook Carlos awake.
Carlos moaned and then started coughing. Logan helped him sit up as Carlos looked up at him "Logan... I don't feel good."
Carlos held his stomach, his breaths still coming out uneven.
"You don't look good" Logan said thinking of all the medicine he could use to help his friend, but then remembered they were stuck here, with no way of getting out. He rubbed Carlos' back hoping it will sooth him a little.
"The sandwiches." Carlos uttered out before another coughing fit. Then it hit Logan. The sandwiches! They must of poisoned them, trying to make them both sick. Now Logan felt bad for letting Carlos eat both.
"It's only food poisoning. You will be feeling better in a couple hours." Logan reassured. "Get some rest. Before you know it you will feel brand new." he put on a smile.
Carlos nodded and laid back down, closing his eyes.
Logan sat back on his bed, watching Carlos drift off into an uncomfortable sleep. For once in his life, Logan felt completely helpless with something he was so great at.
He laid his head against the wall and began to sing softly. For some reason this made him feel happy. He kept singing, wanting to feel that happiness more.
But all that happiness was replaced with fear, when the door swung open fast.
"Let's have some fun!" Stephanie said with a drunken smile. Two evil pair of eyes showed up behind her.
Logan closed his eyes and said a quick prayer for Carlos' and his safety. When he opened his eyes, Mondo was standing over him with rope.
This wasn't going to turn out so well.
***BTR***
James sat on his bed. He was back at the Palm Woods, but everything felt wrong to him, like he shouldn't be here.
He looked over at Carlos' things on the other side of the room. They haven't moved an inch. James didn't want to pack up his things. He wanted Carlos to come back and wear his helmets and to wake James up in the middle of the night to loud snoring.
James pulled up his sleeve and pulled out a razor.
He knew he shouldn't be doing it, but it felt good. No. It felt right. His life was falling apart and he didn't know how to handle it. Two of his best friends were dead, and Kendall wouldn't even look at him let alone talk to him.
He put the blade to his skin and forced pressure on it before slowly sliding it across his skin, taking in every ounce of pain that was sending him relief with every drop of blood now running down his arm.
He looked at the other cuts he had made from before. They were still new, but it felt like forever ago when he first cut himself in Minnesota right after... right after he lost his last friend. That was just a day ago, but it could have been a life time ago to him.
James took the razor again and scraped it across his skin, feeling pleasure as the blade slided his skin once again.
He put the razor down, letting the blood trail down his arm. And he felt okay again.
James was sprung back into reality when he heard a small gasp at the door. He looked up and saw Katie's wide eyes staring at him.
"Katie..." James said standing up, wanting to explain.
Katie shook her head and ran out of the room.
***BTR***
Hi.. ya its me again… I hope you like it please review?
SARA
