"I…erm…I can explain," James says desperately, looking at Logan with fear in his eyes. He's honestly scared of his little brother, because Logan looks furious.
"Save it, James," Logan growls, stepping inside the small room. He watches, as Logan walks over, and sits down next to him. The brunette's features are stony, his face void of all emotion. James watches as he rips toilet paper from the holder, and presses it to the cuts on his bleeding arm.
When the bleeding stops, Logan stands and pulls a roll of gauze from the cabinet. He kneels beside James, and grabs his arm, wrapping it in gauze.
The entire time, James watches. Logan grows angrier by the second, and he's dreading the few minutes after Logan finishes up his cuts.
As the small brunette cuts off the gauze, James' stomach sinks.
Finally, Logan turns to face him, anger in his dark eyes. "What the fuck, James?! Why the fuck did you do this?! You fucking lied to me!"
Whoa. James has never heard Logan curse that much. The smaller brunette tends to avoid saying fuck. Where'd that foul language even come from? Oh, well. Calling Logan out on his language would just anger the brunette further, therefore worsening his plight.
"I can't take it anymore, Logan. It hurts too much…please, try to understand…"
"No. I don't understand. You lied to me, James! You told me you were going to nap! But instead, I find you slitting your wrists! You chose that fucking razor, over me! You could've talked to me, but instead you turn to a razor! Is that your way of telling me that a razor is better than me?"
"No! I-"
"I've heard enough, James. Don't bother talking to me for a while. I need some time to myself." And with that, Logan gets to his feet, and walks out of the bathroom, leaving James alone to drown in his own misery.
Logan walks out of 2J, tears streaming down his cheeks. He doesn't want James or Kendall or Carlos to see him cry, so he runs to the parking garage, and get into his car. He starts driving, losing himself in thoughts.
Damn, he's stupid. James is hurting and he can't even stop it. He can't even get his brother to open up. James chose a razor, over him. That just proves how fucking worthless he is. Oh, and fat. He's an obese pig. All he does is eat. He doesn't even exercise, like Kendall, James, or Carlos. No one would care if he left. No one cares about him to begin with. He's just a complete waste of spaces, a waste of space that nobody wants. He deserves to fucking die.
His phone rings, and he looks at the caller ID. James. Not bothering to answer the phone, he continues driving, not knowing, or caring where he's going. He wouldn't care if he crashed his car, at this point. He deserves to die, after all. Carlos still hates him, he has no idea about Kendall, and James is probably cutting again. Because he decided to walk out, instead of comforting his brother. Because he's an asshole, and he's selfish. He only cares about himself, and that's why he's such a goddamn screw-up. If he'd gotten his nose out of those stupid medical books, he may have noticed why James has been wearing long sleeve shirts all the time. He may have noticed how his best friend, his brother is suicidal. But no. He's a selfish fatass that should go to hell.
Logan pulls the razor from his pocket, his vision blurred by tears. He didn't even notice he was crying, until he felt the dampness on his face and his vision become distorted. He rolls up his sleeve, and with no hesitation, presses the blade to his bare wrist.
"I'm such a fucking idiot!" James cries, tugging at his hair. His brother didn't answer the phone, and now he's extremely worried. He needs to find Logan. The smaller brunette probably had a razor with him, and he's not in a right state of mind.
"James!" Carlos rushes up to him, his eyes widened. "You've been crying. Was it Logan again?"
"No!" He replies, staring at the Latino in shock. He wonders what Carlos must've said to James. Carlos isn't one to yell at people, that's usually Kendall. If Carlos yelled at Logan, and it affected him this much, it had to have been something harsh and cruel. "What did you say to him, Carlos?!"
"I confirmed what he truly is. An asshole." Carlos almost looks smug. Like hurting Logan was his intent all along.
Anger darkens James' gaze. "You broke Logan, Carlos. You hurt him so badly…I don't even want to think about what he would've done, if I hadn't gotten there in time. He was just told by Griffin that he's overweight! He's sensitive right now! He's traumatized, distressed, distraught, and just plain upset! Of course, you don't seem to care. You just kicked him while he was already down! So what if he made me cry?! He didn't mean it! He's Logan, for god's sake! He wouldn't hurt a fly! He's just really upset and he took it out on me! We're fine. He apologized, and I accepted it. But you know what else he told me?! He told me that you hate him, and that he hates himself! For all we know, he could be somewhere, thinking of killing himself! So I'm going to ask you this. Why the fuck did you break my little brother?!"
"He's changed! He acts like a completely different person! He doesn't talk to anyone, he's always pissed, either having his nose in a goddamn medical textbook, or locking himself in your room!"
"All the more reason for us to be concerned about him!" James shoots back a reply, before turning away. "I'm going to go find him. Let me know when you decide to stop being a fucking asshole."
"Carlos, what just happened?!" Kendall asks, surprised by James' angry walk out.
"I may have said some things to Logan that hurt him, and James is pissed about it, but I did it because Logan made him cry!" Carlos replies desperately, hoping Kendall won't yell at him.
"I'm not taking sides. Let's go find them, and fix this," Kendall mutters, grabbing his car keys.
"But Logan was being an asshole…"
"Carlos."
"Fine!"
So yeah. What'd you guys think? Review!
XO ~Neha