Yay, two chapters in one night. Hopefully, one day I can get to this point with Poisoned Heart, but for now, I'm gonna focus on the basics. Anyway, here's another edited chapter. Hope you all take it to your liking. Follow and Review. I'll gladly appreciate it. Enjoy!?

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The Logan Train

Chapter 4 - Bleeding and Aching

(Logan's P.O.V)

For the past week, I've kinda been, you can say, investigating Daren. I basically started documenting him and the people he talked to. As far as anything goes, Daren is perfect in almost every eye possible. Hell, even Mr. Bitters liked him, and he doesn't like anyone, which was quite sickening. I know what you're thinking, why the hell am I doing all of this? Well, I'll tell you why. I've been on edge for the past week, I can't think straight worth a damn after what I saw. I mean, every time I think about it, it explodes into a circuit of never-ending questions that I don't even have the intellect to answer. It made me mad as hell, but it also made me feel terrible that I can't do anything, well at least not yet. Every time I think about it, I'm over come with a horrible, indescribable pain and dread that I, myself can't begin to decipher. It makes my heart hurt with the burning intensity of a thousand suns and no matter what I did, it just wouldn't stop. I grimaced painfully, as I was brought back to what I saw.

(Flashback)

I was woke up out of my sleep by stifling sobs. Everyone was asleep as far as knew. Who would be up at this hour? It was 3am. Looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand, I sighed. I quickly sat up and saw the bathroom door was creaked open slightly, as the light poured in through it, indicating someone was in there. I squinted, as I walked towards it, letting the sounds get louder. I looked towards his bed quickly, noticing he wasn't in it. I yawned softly, as I called out his name

"Kenny?"

He didn't answer. I rubbed my eyes, as I approached the bathroom. The sobs of pain got louder, as my heart began to beat fast and loud, ready to jump out of my chest in fear.

"Kenny?" I whispered shakily, as I cracked it open, leaning back even more as I did so.

I gasped, as my heart felt like it stopped, slowly ripping painfully, as I watched the most terrifying thing I had seen in my lifetime. Our leader. The most beautiful, gorgeous, confident, joyous, humorous, and just plain bubbly blonde, also known as my bestfriend was sitting with his back against the wall. My heart was screaming in pain and agony, as I looked at the pure horror that played out in front of me.

A small pool of blood lingered on the floor, staining the tile with it's red dye. Kendall just sat there eyes hard and emotionless, as he held the razor tightly, sliding it across his pale gorgeous skin again. It's like my whole world was frozen, I was frozen. My breath was hitched deep in my throat, not allowing me to speak in anyway possible. No words could express the emotions I felt at this very moment. His arm was completely covered in a thick sheet of blood. The horror only got worse, as my vision continued to play with my already broken, tortured soul. I scanned his body that was now covered in some old and new bruises, covering his once perfect skin in a darkened color of purple and yellow.

I didn't know whether I wanted to cry or scream. I gulped, as I looked at the deep cuts that lined his arms. My heart broke in two, devastation clearly evident on my face. I looked into his emerald eyes that once held endless happiness, but instead held pain. I didn't know what to do. I was already on the brink of insanity until I saw gentle tears cascade down his porcelain cheeks, faster and faster, his tears getting heavier.

I followed my instinct, as I rushed and held him close, ripping the dangerous blade out of his grasp, not caring that I cut myself in the process, as I picked him up bridle-style, carrying him to my bed. He clung to me painfully, like a lifeline. I could feel his nails basically dig into my skin, not intending to ever let go, as he sobbed into my chest. His blood continued to soak into my shirt, but I could care less. Hell, right now I didn't care about my own pain.

This was about Kendall. I held him close in my protective embrace as he cried, clutching my shirt tighter and tighter in a tearing hold. I wanted answers, answers to questions I longed to have. How could he do this? Why did he do this? Who gave him the bruises? Why did they think he deserved them? Who's fault was this? Deep down in my soul, I knew the truth, but truthfully I didn't want to admit it to myself. I'm not gonna lie, everything pointed to him, but I just wished I was wrong.

Kendall in a way is silly, outgoing, and in another way intellectual. Why would he want to hurt him? I couldn't put into words the stabbing pain I felt when I felt him flinch away from my touch. I wiped away his tears as he held tighter, feeling the blonde calm down a little. I promise that whatever had caused his violent reactions, I would stop it and stop the person who caused them even if it takes a lifetime, even it kills me inside and slowly burned and destroyed my inner core from the inside out.

(Flashback)

Every-time I think about that night, it's makes my wither, ache and darken a little bit more. I couldn't think of any logical explanation of why he would do something like that to himself. Does he enjoy causing himself pain? I mean this went against everything I ever known about him. This was not like Kendall at all. When I looked at his bruises and cuts, I couldn't help ,but feel like I should be blamed . I'm his bestfriend, how could I not know he was cutting himself. Hell, how could he not tell me about this? What could be so bad that he had to hide it from me?

Just the thought of the beautiful blonde cutting the wrong vein made my mind move so fast it felt like it was on the edge of exploding any second and made my aching heart bleed uncontrollably. No matter how hard I tried my, I couldn't get this situation off my mind. Hell, I barely slept a full 8 hours in the past 4 days. I feel so screwed up right now.

I don't even know what to do. After that night, I tried to get him to tell me what happened that night, but he avoided it all costs. After he refused to answer, I stopped asking ,but doesn't mean I am gonna stop from finding out. I started to be at Ken's side more frequently, trying to keep him busy and getting him to stay at our apartment. I wanted him nowhere near Daren, not until I figured things out. Something just wasn't right. The less I found out , the more mad I got about Daren seeming to have the perfect cover for his persona. It pissed me off to no end. No one had anything bad to say about him. Slick bastard.

All I heard was some people saying Ken has been acting strange, but even though I knew what he was doing, doesn't mean I want the whole Palm Woods to know. It hurt me that I was keeping this to myself, but it was bad enough he barely trusts me, he'd hate me if I told. Plus, I didn't know how he truly got the bruises, I was relying on an assumption. Plus if I did, who would believe me, as for as anyone else knows, Daren does no wrong.

A thought quickly came to me, I decided to confide in James and Carlos. They were furious, but concerned he would do this. When I told them it could possibly be Daren, we all knew we would stop at nothing to get rid of him. We knew we couldn't tell him, so we decided we're gonna have to do this in pure secret. They all wanted to help the blonde, but they knew it would be hard. Deep down the brunette know Kendall might hate him forever for this, but this was for his own good. If he wouldn't leave him willingly, we had to do something before he gets himself killed. We watched to the closed room intensively, where a certain blonde was sleeping, heart aching as the many nightmares claimed his malfunctioning mind.

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