A/N: Thanks to everyone who voted in Round 1 of my poll! "Forget Me Not" polled the lowest, and thus is eliminated. You have until February 7th to vote in Round 2 of my poll. Go to the poll on my profile page and vote for whichever story idea you want me to turn into a story next out of the six remaining options. Remember that the story idea doesn't need to win the poll this round; it just needs to not finish in last.

Disclaimer: The producers of Big Time Rush and the guys of Big Time Rush themselves have been reading my stories, and after seeing how horrible I am to Logan, they have decided to cease any and all negotiations involving me and even partial ownership of Big Time Rush. Okay, not really. Although knowing my luck…

Til I Forget About You

Jumper

The Sycamore Treatment Center was five stories high. I was standing up on the ledge on the roof of the building. I wasn't afraid of heights per se. I just hated tall buildings. They were so imposing and intimidating, not to mention pretentious.

This wasn't premeditated. I hadn't been planning to jump off the roof of the treatment center until fairly recently. More specifically, once things started falling apart; Kendall disowning me, Camille fighting with me, and James punching me.

I realized that this method of suicide could get a bit messy. I knew it would be painful, but hopefully it would be quick. I didn't want to die a slow and painful death. After everything that happened though, I did want to die.

I was sick of putting other people first. I did that first when I moved out to Los Angeles to help make James' dream come true. What about me? What about my dream of becoming a doctor? Was I just supposed to forget about that? Then, I went and put Camille first when I moved out to New York with her to show that I supported her and her acting career. Look where that got me. I tried to kill myself, and was now on the roof of a psychiatric institute about to jump to my death.

I heard several different sounds all at once. I heard an alarm sound from within the building. I heard the sound of approaching sirens. I looked down below, and saw flashing red and blue lights. Cops were on their way, but I didn't really care. Let them come.

"Don't do it, Logan," I heard someone say.

I looked to see where the voice was coming from, and that's when I saw that I wasn't alone on the rooftop. My therapist, Dr. White, was with me as well. She had her hands held up in front of her as she tried to reason with me.

"I'm sorry, Dr. White, but I can't take it anymore. Today was the first day I could have visitors. Today was the first day I could see my friends again. It wasn't supposed to go like this though. They hate me. They all hate me," I said.

"No. No one hates you, Logan. Now, come on. Get down from there, and let's talk about this," she replied, walking towards me tentatively.

I started to panic. She was getting far too close for my comfort. I wasn't going to have her go and ruin this for me. I knew what I had to do.

"If you take one more step towards me, I swear I'll jump!" I warned.

That stopped Dr. White in her tracks. I saw tears stream from her eyes. If there had been anything left of my heart, the sight of my therapist crying would have tugged at my heartstrings. However, there was nothing left of my heart. Everyone else made sure of that.

"Logan, I can't lose you like I lost my son. I vowed that I would do anything in my power to help suicidal teens," she said.

"You're great at what you do, Dr. White, but you can't save everyone," I replied.

Why did she insist on taking this so personally? This wasn't her fault. This was Kendall's fault. This was James' fault. This was Camille's fault. This wasn't Dr. White's fault though.

I looked down below, and saw that some news crews had arrived at the scene. Camera men and reporters filed out of their respective vehicles. I heard a helicopter fly overhead. My guess was that was another reporter for another news station. A crowd of onlookers gathered down below to watch what I would or wouldn't do.

"I'm not giving up on you, Logan. Even if that's what you want me to do," Dr. White commented.

"I don't care whether you give up on me or not. It won't change the fact that I'm going to do this," I responded.

I had no idea why I was shaking so badly. I wasn't cold. I wasn't nervous. The ledge I was standing on wasn't very wide either. It was only about six inches wide. My feet protruded over the edge precariously.

"Logan, you don't want to do this. Think about all the people that care about you," Dr. White said.

"What people?" I replied incredulously. "You mean Kendall who said that I was stupid, selfish, and that he didn't want to have anything to do with me? You mean James who said that they would be fine without me, that the only thing I was good for was singing backup vocals and harmonies, and gave me this shiner? You mean Camille who called me a coward and told me that she hopes I die alone? You mean my parents who can't even bothered to visit their son in a psychiatric institute?"

"No, she means people like me," Carlos said.

I looked over and saw Carlos emerge from the hatch in the roof. I didn't know what to think of this new development. What was Carlos doing here? I thought he left. Did that mean Kendall and James were here too?

"Carlos, what are you doing here? You hate heights!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, but I love you…in a strictly platonic way…like a brother. Yeah, I love you like a brother!" Carlos replied.

I was really touched by Carlos' gesture. Despite his fear of heights, he was willing to come up here and try to talk me out of jumping. If that wasn't a display of friendship, I didn't know what was.

"Besides, it's not so bad as long as I don't look down," Carlos added.

I couldn't help but notice that his hands were shaking, and his knees were wobbling. He was trying not to let the fact that he was standing on the roof of a five story building get to him, but he was failing miserably.

"Carlos, I love you like a brother too, but…" I started to say.

"Well then, if that's true, don't jump," Carlos stated.

I saw the pleading look in his eyes. I saw the tears leak out of the corners of his eyes, and roll down his cheeks. Carlos was crying because of me. Yet again, I had hurt Carlos. It was like no matter what I did, I couldn't stop hurting him.

"Look Carlos, I don't want to hurt you again," I said.

"Then don't do it. Don't jump," Carlos responded.

The weather took a turn for the worse. It started raining. The three of us quickly got drenched by the downpour. Even though we were rapidly getting cold and wet, none of us were going anywhere.

"Kendall, James, and Camille hate me!" I remarked.

Carlos shook his head vigorously. "They don't hate you. They could never hate you. They may not be your biggest fans right now, but they'll come around," he said.

"Yeah, but what if they don't?"

"Why are you so convinced that they won't?"

"Why are you so convinced that they will?"

I sighed deeply. I heard the people down below let out a collective gasp when I crouched down, and took a seat on the ledge with my back to my audience down below. I saw Carlos and Dr. White both hold their breath, uneasy about my sudden movement.

"Because I'm a mess right now, Carlos. Nobody wants to deal with me and my negativity right now, and I don't blame them," I answered.

"That's not true, Logie! I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere!" Carlos exclaimed.

I started to sob uncontrollably. Every time my body was rocked by a sob, I teetered from my perch on the ledge. Every time that happened, I heard the onlookers down below gasp in unison.

"What did I do to deserve a friend like you, Carlos?" I asked.

"The real question is what did I do to deserve a friend like you, Logan?" Carlos replied.

"Don't be ridiculous, Carlos! I'm a horrible friend!"

"You don't give yourself enough credit, Logan. You're an awesome friend! The best!"

"Yeah, so awesome that two of my best friends hate me and my ex-girlfriend despises me!"

Carlos was slowly and steadily making his way over to me. My body tensed up as I sat up straight. I gripped the ledge tightly with both of my hands. I was ready to stand back up if Carlos got any closer.

"Stay back, Carlos! Don't come any closer! If you do, I'll jump!" I exclaimed.

Carlos froze in his tracks. I could tell that he desperately wanted to get me down off the ledge, but he also didn't want to do anything that would make me jump either.

"I was just going to sit beside you. Is it alright if I do that, Logan?" he asked.

"No! You're just going to try to pull something!" I retorted.

Throughout all of this, Dr. White had been noticeably quiet. Periodically, I would see her nod her head in approval, and give Carlos a thumbs up gesture. She probably figured that he stood a better chance of talking me out of this than she did.

"Logan, think about Katie and Mama Knight. Think about what your killing yourself will do to them. Katie loves you like you were her own big brother. Mama Knight thinks of you as her own son," Carlos said.

"Carlos is right, Logan," Mrs. Knight said.

I saw Mrs. Knight and Katie emerge from the hatch in the roof.

"There are too many people up here right now! Some of you need to leave! Now!" I remarked.

"Logan, please don't do this! My brother is an idiot!" Katie commented.

I was starting to freak out again. There were now four people up here. The likelihood of me being able to jump just got dramatically reduced. I couldn't allow that. Nothing and no one was going to stop me from doing what I had already decided I would do.

"If some of you don't leave right now, I'll jump!" I warned.

I saw Mrs. Knight whisper something in Katie's ear. Then, I saw Dr. White and Katie both leave. That only left Carlos and Mrs. Knight up on the roof with me.

"Logan, I do love you like you were my own son. I've always been fond of you; you know that. Over the years, I've spent a great deal of time with you, and I feel like I know you pretty well. You're not a quitter. You're not one to just give up, so why start now?" Mrs. Knight asked.

"Why not start now? I'm tired of people walking all over me just because they can! I'm tired of people taking advantage of me! I'm tired of people taking me for granted! I'm tired of people treating me like a wad of gum stuck on the bottom of their shoe! I'm tired of people pushing me around! Guess what? This is my way of pushing back!" I remarked, as I rose to my feet.

Once more, I heard the onlookers below let out a collective gasp. I saw Carlos get down on his knees, and clasp his hands together as if in prayer or something.

"Logan, don't! Please don't! I'm begging you!" he cried out.

It was hard to tell if those were tears falling down his face or rain drops. My guess was it was probably both. He was trembling like a leaf. I wasn't sure if it was because he was scared about what I might do or if it was due to him being cold from being drenched out in the rain like we were.

"Who would even come to my funeral? Besides you two and Katie, that is? I mean other people might come for appearance, but not because they actually cared about me!" I said bitterly.

I turned around so that I was now facing my audience down below. In the process, I almost lost my balance because the ledge was all slippery from the rain. That got a reaction from the people down below.

"Just like these people watching me! I bet they want me to jump just so they can say they saw someone jump to their death! Maybe I should give them what they want!" I said.

"Logan, no!" Carlos replied desperately.

I saw some movement down below. Kendall, James, and Camille were making their way towards the entrance of the building.

"Don't you dare come up here! If you do, then you leave me no choice! I'll do it! I'll jump!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

They must not have heard me because they entered the building anyways. I warned them. I told them what would happen if they came up here. I didn't want to see them. What were they going to do? Come up here and pretend like we were all best friends again? I wasn't going to have that. They couldn't undo the damage they had already inflicted on me.

I took a deep breath before stepping off the ledge of the roof. I felt myself in free fall for a lot less longer than I thought I would be. Then I realized the reason why; Carlos had grabbed a hold of my arm to stop me from jumping.

"I've got you, Logan! I've got you!" Carlos said.

I looked up, and saw that he was laying on his stomach on the ledge. He was dangerously teetering over the edge himself. What was he doing? What was he thinking? What was he trying to do? Get himself killed too?

"Carlos, what are you doing? Let go of me!" I wailed.

"No! I'm not going to let you do this!" Carlos replied.

I started squirming and thrashing about. If Carlos wasn't going to let go of me, then I would do everything I could to make it hard for him to hold onto me. He was not going to ruin this for me. I wouldn't let him.

"Logan, stop that!" Carlos yelled.

I saw that Carlos' eyes were wide with terror. He saw how high up he was, and he was looking down. He was afraid of heights. He held onto me still with a shaking hand.

"Carlos, stop torturing yourself! You hate heights!" I screamed.

"I don't care! The only thing I care about right now is getting you back up here!" Carlos retorted.

The fact that it was raining certainly didn't help matters any. I could feel myself start to gradually slip; The rain was making it even more difficult for Carlos to hold onto me.

"Are you crazy? What if you fall? Save yourself! Forget about me!" I shouted.

"No! Never!" Carlos hollered back.

"Hold onto him, Carlos!" I heard Mrs. Knight shout.

"I'm trying!" Carlos shouted back.

I was floored by Carlos' devotion and loyalty to me. He just refused to give up on me no matter what. It was there, dangling from the roof of a five story building, that I had a sudden change of heart. I no longer wanted to die. Carlos cared about me. Katie and Mrs. Knight cared about me. It may not be much, but it was enough. Carlos was willing to risk his life to see to it that I wouldn't throw mine away. He was willing to face his fears head on in order to save me.

"Carlos, I'm slipping!" I frantically cried out.

"Don't fall, Logan! Don't you dare fall on me!" Carlos responded.

I had slipped so much that he was now only holding onto my wrist. Even then, he didn't have a particularly firm grip on my wrist. This was just my luck; now that I didn't want to die, it looked like I would soon plummet to my death.

"It's okay, Carlos. You did all that you could to save me," I said.

"Don't talk like that, Logan! This isn't over! I've still got you!" Carlos replied.

I saw the torrent of tears cascade down his face. Carlos was an eternal optimist, but I could see it in his eyes; he was even starting to lose hope.

Then, I felt something truly remarkable. I felt two more hands grab onto my forearm. I looked up and saw the faces of Kendall and James.

"We've got you, buddy!" James said.

"On the count of three, let's pull him up…together. One. Two. Three," Kendall counted down.

I felt myself being raised up. I was inching my way closer and closer to the rooftop. My heart swelled with pride. They came for me! Kendall and James came for me! My eyes welled up with tears; tears of joy.

With one final tug, all four of us were now safely on the rooftop. We were all lying on the roof soaking wet. I was quickly enveloped in a group hug. Words couldn't even begin to describe how good this felt. I was right where I should be.

"I'm so sorry! I'll never pull another stunt like this again! I promise!" I said.

"No, I'm sorry! I can't believe it took you almost jumping to your death for me to realize how much you mean to me. I just can't imagine my life without you in it," James replied.

"I'm so sorry too, Logan! I've been nothing but a total jerk to you! I was an idiot! I didn't want to deal with you and your problems, so I tried to ignore you instead. Boy, was I wrong to do that. I may not have your forgiveness today. I may not have your forgiveness tomorrow, but I'm not giving up until I have earned your forgiveness. I'll do whatever it takes to do that," Kendall stated.

I was at a loss for words. I was a myriad of emotions, but for the first time in a long time, they were all good emotions.

To Be Continued…