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Logan slowly trudged up his frost covered drive, slipping on the ice as the soles on his holey shoes had long since worn away. You would have thought, since he had been wearing the same shoes since he was 5 that they would be too small for him, but they weren't. He had probably stopped growing at that age. That's when his parents started to ignore him and forget about him. So, because of that, his body hadn't been getting the nutrients it needed and he was extremely undernourished. Malnourished. No wonder the 1st graders were taller than him. He unlocked the rotten door and closed it behind him as he wandered into his not-so-humble abode. He entered the living room, where the couches were scratched and torn, the coffee table broken and the curtains, dusty and ripped. They didn't even have a TV. Logan had seen a TV before, in the shop in town. They were big and flat, but he didn't actually know what they did. Did they make smoothies? Logan ignored the fact that his stomach grumbled at the thought of the fruity treat he'd only experienced once in his life, knowing food would make him ill...that was normal for him. He couldn't see how people ate in the first place, why didn't they throw up? Walking through into the kitchen, with its broken counters and bare cupboards, warm fridge and no table, he spotted a note lying on a counter top. Reading over it, Logan discovered it was from his 'so-called' parents.

Logan,
We've both gone on the same business trip for a year and the contract says we'll go on another year long one after that. You can stay in the house, but don't ruin anything. You'll be fine, you're a strong boy, and you don't need to eat often. You don't deserve it anyway; you've put us through so much trouble anyway. If the police come round suspecting anything, tell them we're in bed ill or something so they go away. See you in two years...maybe.
-Your parents.

Logan wanted to start sobbing. He missed his parents...he didn't know why they didn't love him anymore, and trying to figure out a reason always made him cry. Self-confidence was something he had lost along with his parents attention years back. The raven haired boy could pick out a hundred different explanations as to why his mom and dad didn't want him around. It pained him to think about that.

Warm tears trickled down the small pale boy's face as he slid against the wall down into a sitting position. He hugged his bony legs to his chest and rocked back and forth wallowing in his own self-pity. His tiny body quivered from the cold harsh Minnesotan winds that blew into the kitchen from the broken window that rested above him.

The small, undernourished boy stood up dizzily. He felt so hungry and lightheaded due to not eating that week. He secretly wished that he had food, but then dismissed the thought when he remembered how sick it made him. The young child didn't understand the reason as to why his body couldn't hold onto food...all he knew was that the last thing he wanted was to feel ill while he was alone in a dark cold house. The power rarely ever worked there, probably because he had no one to pay for it. Therefore the heat didn't go on, nor did some of the lights.

Logan made his way to the living room and sat on the old ripped couch. He grabbed a raggedy blanket from the ground and wrapped his around himself, cuddling closer to the fabric for warmth. Though he wasn't getting what he needed from it, the cloth helped a tad bit. What did the brunette do to deserve this kind of suffering?

The night was the coldest that year on Minnesota. Harsh, icy winds battered the broken house and it started to snow, the frozen water melting and leaking through the roof that seemed to be covered in holes. Logan couldn't sleep. He was completely frozen. His breath came out in loud puffs, he could visibly see in the darkness, the fog coming rapidly out of his tiny mouth. He hauled himself up and slowly found all the blankets he could. The small boy did have a bedroom, but it didn't feel safe or comforting. There wasn't even a bed, just a hard, uncomfortable blow up mattress that had popped and deflated. He would choose couch over that any day. He huddled under his blankets, hearing the wind crashing against the outside; feeling the icy water run down his body. Suddenly, the darkness was filled with a massive creaking noise, making Logan jump and get closer to the window to see what it was. And before Logan had a chance to realize what was going on, a large tree that had been once sitting on the front lawn crashed through the window, falling further and further. Logan only had time to get out a pitiful scream before a large weight had landed on him and knocked him down. Then everything went black.

Slowly blinking his eyes open, all Logan could see was a massive tree right in front of him. He was able to pull his body out from under the branches, though his arm was stuck right below the trunk. It hurt so bad to move it, but the small boy knew he had to get it out soon so he could make it to school.

He was happy that the sun had begun to rise, because if not, this situation would be a whole lot harder. He had to act as if he were pulling a Band-Aid off...just pull super quick so it won't hurt as bad. Logan tried to tug his arm out from under, but it wouldn't budge, he was too weak.

Tears sprung from the small boy's eyes. It hurt so bad that it was becoming unbearable. He could feel the sharp bark ripping into the skin of his arm as he let out a yelp of pain. Logan had to fight to keep his eyes open, because he could feel his entire body shutting down. The agony was too much. He had to get out. Logan pulled his arm again only to hurt himself even more. The raven haired boy found himself sobbing hysterically now. He had given up. He had accepted the fact that nobody would ever find him and help him.

"I-I'm going to d-die here." Logan sniffled, "I-I d-don't wanna d-die." He cried.

Logan brought in small choppy breaths. He was struggling to breathe. The panic that was rushing through his body now was making things worse.

His chest started to ache as his air supply became restricted. The youngster was used to panic attacks. He had one at least every couple of days. He felt the panic course through every vein, his chest constrict painfully with every breath, his tiny form trembling like a leaf. Ha! A leaf, that was ironic, considering he was stuck under a tree. That brought him back to his current situation. He bit his lip, halfway through his horrid panic attack, gasping for air, thoughts running through his head about how no one would miss him anyway. It was just such a slow, painful way to die and he wished it would go away. The tree, the coldness, the empty cabinets, the no running water or electricity. Being poor. Everything. He tugged and tugged, fragments of broken wood sticking into his skin, the whole thing becoming even more unbearable than it already was. He could see big lines of blood running from his arm under the tree and onto the dull carpet, staining it indefinitely. He began sobbing, frightened, panicked and in extreme pain. He pulled and pulled to no avail. Guess he was missing school today.

Logan didn't want to pull anymore, but he knew he had to get out. He decided he'd try one last time...even though he had a funny feeling it wouldn't work. Logan tugged his arm and heard a loud snap sound. His arm was thrown up deeper into the tree. He must have broken through the bark and was no inside the hollow tree trunk. It felt slightly better to be able to move his arm around a little. There wasn't as much pressure on it, yet it was still bleeding and paining him.

The small boy took his other hand to push the tree, his insides lit up when he saw it move a little. He tried to pull his arm, and it was getting closer to coming out. He moved the tree up again, only being able to hold it for a few seconds. His shaky hand wasn't holding it long enough. Logan felt lucky that he was a smart person. What if he used his legs and his one arm so he could hold it up longer?

Logan lifted his feet and pushed them against the tree, along with his arm. Finally! The tree was up enough. The raven haired boy quickly moved his arm out from under and then scooted over far away from the massive structure. He wasn't stuck anymore! Though, that was the only good part. He saw a red liquid running down his arm, and dripping onto the floor. Going from his shoulder down to his elbow was raw skin and more blood.

He tried to stand, but failed. The blood loss had made his body far weaker than it ever had been. His tiny bony legs quivered as he was finally able to stand. He didn't know what to do, but all the small boy did know was the he needed to get something on the cut so it wouldn't bleed as much. He wasn't sure of what to use though. Normal people would have gotten gauze, though the brunette child had never heard of that. He picked up the blanket he had used earlier and slowly began to wrap his wound.

Logan sat on the couch and watched as the blood seeped through the fabric of the blanket. More tears welled up in his eyes...

"W-when I g-get older, I'm going to b-be a doctor so I-I can help e-everyone and n-no one will b-be h-hurt or sick and a-alone. E-even i-if they d-deserve to b-be alone l-like me...I-I'll s-still help." Logan promised himself. The sad thing was, the poor child actually believed that he deserved all of this.

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