The blood appears almost instantly, as a burning pain flows through his entire arm. He hasn't cut deep, but it is his first time, so he's not used to the pain. Whimpering, he grabs a bunch of toilet paper, and presses it to his arm, as his thoughts continue to whirl around in his head.

A knock at the door startles him, jolting him out of his thoughts. Hurriedly, he presses the toilet paper down harder, hoping the blood is stopping. A minute later, he lifts the bloodstained paper, sighing in relief when he notices the blood flow has ceased. He grabs a fresh bunch of toilet paper and wraps his arm, pulling his sleeve down.

Standing, he surveys the bathroom once more, before sticking the razor in his pocket, and opening the door. He's face to face with James, and the brunette goes silent, looking up at his older brother with guilt consuming him. He hurt James, and he feels so bad about it. The poor guy doesn't deserve that. He feels so terrible when James steps back, almost as if he's scared.

"James? I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…" He whispers, looking straight into the taller boy's hazel eyes. "Please…Carlos hates me…I hate me…I'm so sorry…you didn't deserve that…"

He braces himself for James' reaction, expecting a lot of yelling, cursing, the works. But surprisingly, James smiles at him.

"Forgiven," James says, looking at him. "C'mere, bro."

He holds out his arms, and Logan practically collapses into them. He buries his face in James' chest, sobbing hard, shaking and trembling.

"Logie? You okay, buddy?" Logan ignores the question, as he continues to break down. He feels James lift him once more, and walk down the hallway. Inwardly, he's berating himself. He's so weak; he breaks down at every little thing. How the hell is he going to manage his new diet when he can't even apologize without crying?!

He feels James lay him on his bed, and the taller brunette sit next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"What's going on with you, Logie?" Logan wants to confess everything, the cutting, the starving, the insecurity, everything. He wants to admit how horrible he feels on the inside, how Carlos' words left him empty and broken, how, for the first time in his life, he thought of ending his life. He honestly thinks Carlos and Kendall hate him. After all, he's a horrible excuse for a human being.

It's not just what Carlos said. This has been building up for a while now. He's been seeing the hate comments on his Twitter feed for days, being called ugly and fat for months, but the worst part, is that he's hated himself for years.

James tares at the smaller boy in front of him, trying to get an idea of what's wrong. Logan isn't himself, and that's quite obvious. The fact that he blew up at him hours ago, honestly startled James. Logan's words did hit him hard, and though most wouldn't expect it, he is pretty sensitive.

It doesn't seem that way, but he is.

"Jamie…what if someone were to tell you that they just did something they're really regretting and praying their brother won't be hate then?" Logan doesn't know what James will think of his words, but it's worth a try. He just hopes that James doesn't realize that he is the someone.

"Well…" James says thoughtfully. "I'd listen to the person, and talk to them, and comfort them for as long as they need it. I would never hate you."

Logan's heart skips a beat. "H-How did you k-know it was me?"

"It wasn't that hard to figure out, Logie. Now, what's up? Please tell me what's wrong," James whispers, grasping one of Logan's hands in his own.

Logan looks up at James' anxious eyes, wondering how he should start. It's not like he can just say, 'hey, I just started cutting, that's all.' He's not going to tell James about the starving himself, because that's going to be kept a complete secret. It'll be a surprise for his brothers; to see how much weight he's lost. The cutting…well, even if James knows, there's nothing he can really do about it. Even if James is with him 24/7, he can't stop him from going to the bathroom, thinking he's going to pee, when he's actually going to cut.

"I'm so sorry, Jamie," he whispers, pulling his left sleeve up, and removing the toilet paper, revealing the cut he made just a few minutes earlier.

James gasps in shock, taking Logan's arm in his. The pale skin is marred by a pinkish-red cut, which is pretty fresh. Logan must've cut when he knocked on the bathroom door, minutes ago.

Shocked, James pulls Logan into his arms, rubbing his back, as Logan's tears begin to fall once more. He cries with his brother, his tears soaking into Logan's brown tufts of hair. Logan shakes in his arms, and he holds him tighter, as they both cry.

After a few minutes, Logan lifts his head, looking up at him with the most pitiful expression. "I'm sorry. It just…helped…I couldn't take it anymore…and it just helped."

"Please…don't do this to yourself," James begs, hugging Logan tighter. His little brother should not have to deal with this. Logan's always been a happy, cheerful, sweet, smart guy. But is that all a mask? Is his brother really breaking on the inside?

He didn't even realize how broken Logan was. All the hate comments, Griffin's words, everything probably just got to him. How could he let this happen? Logan's his baby brother, he's supposed to be safe and protected and happy. Not so broken that he actually harmed himself.

"You wouldn't understand," Logan mutters, shaking his head. After all, no one understands him. No one understands how broken he is, and how he needs to feel that physical pain.

"I understand, Logan," James replies, looking him in the eye.

"How the hell do you know what this feels like?!"

James doesn't say anything, but Logan watches as he rolls up both of his sleeves. Both of his arms are covered in pinkish-red, fresh cuts.

I'm sorry this update was late, I was busy yesterday. But, what do you think of James' cutting? This was another Jagan chapter, but this story is going to be Jagan bromance. It's not a slash story, and I'm sorry to all the readers who want it to be one. Review! I'd love to hear your opinions!

XO ~Neha