Sarah and I might be evil :P poor Logie! Wait until you see what we did too him...

The next day, they had to face the tie issue. It was Logan's first day and he was furiously trying to put his uniform on right, which had been tailored by Mama Knight so that it actually fit him, although the sleeves were still slightly long. He had managed the bottom half: pants, socks and shoes, but he was still getting confused with all the buttons on the shirt, which ones went with which?! He sighed, agitated as he finally got it buttoned up...somewhat and he pulled the sweater over his head, taking three attempts to put his head through the right hole. He knew he would have to get some help with the dreaded tie that he was still scared to wear, so he proceeded to Kendall's room. The blonde in question was already dressed in some jeans and a plaid shirt with a t-shirt underneath and was now brushing his hair. He smiled when his little brother walked in, carrying the tie and knelt down next to him.

"Right, let's see what's happened to this uniform, huh?" he asked kindly. He gently pulled the dark green sweater over the little boy's head and smiled sympathetically when he saw the shirt in almost the same state it was in yesterday and started to unbutton it.

"I'm sorry, I c-cant even d-dre-ss myself" Logan whimpered as tears started leaking from his big eyes. Kendall hurriedly pulled the small boy against his chest, shushing him and wiping the tears away.

"Hey, it's alright, it doesn't matter. It's very hard to learn how to dress yourself, Logie. I bet lots of other boys and girls don't know how to. Mommy usually helps you doesn't she?" Logan nodded. "See, you're just not used to it. How about you come into my room from now on and I can help you put it on? That way, you can watch what I do and learn how to yourself. Does that sound good?"

"Thank you, Kenny" Logan smiled.

"No problem, Logie." he finished undoing all the buttons. "Ok, so shirts have a lot of buttons. You see how there's buttons down one side and holes on the other? Well they match up."

"But, that's what I don't understand. Which ones? How?" Logan whimpered the last question.

"Hey, it's alright, like I said, lots of boys and girls don't know how to, Logie. But I bet you'll learn real soon."

"Okay" Logan whispered.

"Right, so the buttons are all opposite the holes. The button opposite the hole goes together. So this one" he held the first button. "Goes with this hole" he put it through. "This one, goes with this hole" he continued on, until all the buttons had been done up. "And it's all done!" he exclaimed

"Wow! That was so fast, Kenny! I wish I was as clever as you are!" Logan commented. Kendall shook his head.

"You already are Logie, you're so smart. Shall we put the sweater on now?" he reached for the warm piece of clothing and pulled it over the small head, telling Logan that the big hole was for his head. Then, he slowly brought the tie out.

"I'm gonna be very gentle, ok Logie?" Logan just made some sort of squeaking sound. "Hey, how about I tell you about the rabbit, the log and the fox?" Logan looked up at him, curious. Kendall smiled and put the tie around his neck. He proceeded to tell the little boy the rhyme he used when he was little, saying it slow and showing him each step. "The rabbit hops over the log, the rabbit crawls under the log, the rabbit runs around the log, one more time—because the rabbit is trying to outsmart the fox, and the rabbit dives into his rabbit hole" Logan laughed as Kendall finished. "Well done buddy! You're wearing a tie!" Logan himself looked down and giggled happily, not at all fazed by the tie around his neck anymore.

"And it's not scary anymore. Because of the rabbit!" Logan squealed and Kendall chuckled. He got up from his kneeling position and picked Logan up, throwing him over his shoulder as they head downstairs.

"Kenny! Kenny! Let me go!" Logan laughs hysterically as Kendall walks on through to the kitchen, where his mom and sister are.

"Hey mom, hey Katie." he commented like the little boy over his shoulder was completely normal.

"Kenny...I'm gonna throw up" Logan said unsteadily as Kendall quickly put him down. Logan rushed out of the room, into the bathroom and threw up everything he had eaten for breakfast that morning.

Kendall's brotherly instincts kicked in, sending him running towards the bathroom to make sure Logan was ok. The sight of his baby brother vomiting violently broke his heart…he hated seeing him that way.

"Are you ok, Logie Bear?" He cooed.

"N-No." Logan whimpered, gagging into the toilet for the second time now.

"What's wrong, baby?" Kendall questioned.

"M-my tummy hurts…I-I don't think I can go to school."

"Are you nervous, Logan?" Kendall said.

Logan didn't say anything for a moment, he wanted to act tough and be able to tell Kendall that he was a big boy now and that he'd be fine by himself at school…though that seemed far off.

"Y-Yes! I-I'm r-really scared, K-Kenny…I-I d-don't wa-wanna go by myself!" Logan sobbed.

Kendall sat next to Logan and rubbed circles on his back, "How 'bout I come with you?"

"Y-You c-can do that?"

"Anything for you, Logan…you know that you're my main priority." Kendall grinned, pulling the raven haired boy in for a hug.

The ride to the school seemed too quick for the little 8 year old and he ckung to Kendall as they got out of the car. The building itself was very pretty, an old manor house having been converted into the little school. It made it look more homely and Logan was glad that it didn't have any of those scary statues that lots of stately homes brandished. They walked behind Mama Knight, seeing a glimpse of the swimming pool off to the side, before they entered the reception. Logan's terror grew as they were waiting for the principle to come and greet them and when she did make an appearance, Logan hid behind his older brother. Kendall, at the moment, was his protective shield.

"Hello" the woman shook Mama Knight's hand. "My name is Miss. Adams and I'm the principle here at Oakland House" she greeted, giving Kendall a warm smile. She could see the terrified little boy hiding behind Kendall and knelt down so that she was at his level.

"Hello Logan, I heard you're going to be coming to school here, is that right?" she watched as Logan peeked round long enough to nod back at her, before hiding again. "I promise you'll love it here. Do you want to meet your personal teacher?" Logan nodded hesitantly, praying they wouldn't be like Miss. Healey.

The principle got up and led the way to Logan's new classroom. They had come half way through the morning, so the rest of the children were at recess. It made it easier for introductions. Opening the door, they walked into a brightly coloured classroom, with lots of bright displays of work the children had done. A young looking man walked up to them, appearing to be only in his early thirties.

"Hello, my name is Mr. White, I'm going to be Logan's personal teacher here at Oakland House. I can assure you that he'll be fine here. We know all of his history, so I can work with him in a way that makes him comfortable and I can work with him easier." He greeted. The principle turned back to them.

"Mr. White is one of our best teachers here. He really connects with the children and knows how to work with them so that they can thrive in school. Logan is very safe with him." she explained. Kendall sighed in relief, glad to know that they wouldn't have any repeats of the Miss. Healey incident.

"Now, I must go, but I will be back at the end of the day to see how Logan's first day went. Goodbye" she left the classroom.

"Yes, so, if Logan would like to come with me, we can put his things away, get him settled in and start to get to know each other." Mr. White smiled kindly. Mama Knight pulled Logan into a big hug.

"You'll love it here, baby. I'll see you at the end of the day, ok?" she kissed him on the top of the head and Kendall repeated her actions. A sudden wave of panic came over Logan and he gripped onto Kendall's wrist.

"Don't leave me! You said you wouldn't leave me!" he exclaimed, his breaths coming out faster. Sudden images of Logan being left on his own and being picked on by the other kids entered his mind. Logan's hold became a death grip as tears started to leak out of his eyes and down his face. The little boy's chest heaved in and out at a rapid pace as he wobbled on his feet from the lack of air. Logan's legs suddenly buckled and he fell forward into Kendall's arms. Kendall lowered him to the floor, trying to get his baby brother's attention, but Logan's eyes were darting around everywhere. They became misted as he started to kick and thrash around.

"No daddy! No! Please daddy! Don't leave me!" Logan shouted out. Tears came to Kendall's eyes as he did everything he could think of to try and bring Logan back.

"Logie! It's me, Kendall, not your daddy. You're ok, just...please come back. Where are you, Logie?" he asked in a wavery voice. Mama Knight's heart fell apart as she saw her oldest child begging the unresponsive Logan. She too kneeled down. Placing her hand on the little boy's chest, she could feel how hard her son's heart was beating and how rushed his breaths were.

"Honey, you need to breathe. It's mommy, Logan. Calm down, as Kendall said, you're ok." she said as his shouts just became more terrified.

"No! Not in there! It's too dark daddy! Daddy, where are you? Don't leave me! It's too small! Daddy!"

Mr. White crouched next to Mama Knight. He was trained for this sort of thing.

"Logan, it's Mr. White and Kendall and your mommy. We're at your new school. It's 10:30am. Can you hear me Logan?" he took Logan's small hand and gave it a squeeze. "Everyone's here, what you're seeing isn't happening Logan. Squeeze my hand if you can hear me, Logan" he instructed. They waited for what seemed like ages, and if you had blinked you wouldn't have seen it. But, there was a faint, weak squeeze on Mr. White's hand. "Ok, good boy Logan. Now, we're in the classroom. It's painted light blue and has lots of displays around. It's got teddies and a big book shelf. Me and Kendall and Mommy are by your side. Can you see the classroom, Logan? Can you see us?" slowly, Logan's sight became what Mr. White had told him, the horrific images of his dad locking him in the family safe which was only 2ft tall being replaced with reality. For the first time in a while, his eyes started to properly focus on things and he took in his family on one side and the teacher on the other. Mr. White smiled.

"That's it, we're all here." he told the frightened boy. The only problem was that Logan was still hyperventillating and his lips were turning blue from the lack of oxygen. "You need to breathe now Logan. Calm down. It's ok, just take some deep breaths. Follow me, ok?" Mr. White drew in some deep breaths and let them out again, purposely making the action as big as possible to show the little boy what to do. Logan tried to copy, his breaths being more shaky and desperate. "Slow down, calm down." Mr. White said soothingly. Eventually, Logan's lungs started to listen and he was soon breathing normally again. "That's it, good boy Logan" the teacher praised.

"Will he be ok then?" Kendall questioned, "Should I stay here with him?"

"Only if Logan feels comfortable with that." Mr. White replied.

"Logie..." Kendall kneeled down to his brother's height, "Do you want me to stay with you?"

Logan nodded and instantly clung onto the blonde's arm.

Mr. White chuckled, "Alrighty then, looks like you're staying."

Kendall smiled, "Sounds good."

Mama Knight kissed Logan's forehead and headed out of the school, knowing that she could trust this school and teacher.

Meanwhile, inside Logan's personal classroom, Mr. White instructed him and his brother to sit down at desks. The two did as they were told...

"Hi Logan." Mr. White grinned, "To start our session, I want to learn more about you..."

Logan looked up a little from the table, "O-ok."

Mr. White sat on the edge of the desk, "So...do you have any hobbies?"

Logan looked at Kendall, almost awaiting for permission to answer the man, "I like learning and reading" he replied in a small voice.

"That's cool!" Mr. White beamed, "Do you have a favorite book?"

"I like science books and math book...but mostly the math ones."

"Awesome! Do you want to start out with math today then?"

"Ok!" The raven haired boy's eyes lit up.

Mr. White walked over to his desk and grabbed a math worksheet, "Let's see what you know so far, Logan."

Kendall grabbed a pencil from his backpack and handed it to his brother.

Logan glanced at the paper for a moment and then began to answer the problems. Both Kendall and Mr. White were shocked to see how quickly he picked everything up.

"Wow." Mr. White gasped at a 100% correct test, "You're really smart, Logan!"

The younger boy's face turned red; he obviously wasn't used to compliments, "Th-thank you."

Mr. White looked at the time to notice that it was time for the student's session with Mrs. Snow. He decided to send Logan over to the room, but to hold Kendall back. Logan felt comfortable enough arounf Mrs. Snow to go by himself, so he walked across the hall and into her office.

"Kendall, I think it's wonderful that you care so much about your brother." Mr. White said.

"Thanks." Kendall grinned.

"As long as you don't mind, could you fill me in on what you know about his...problems?" Mr. White questioned, "It's better I know so I can work with him easiler."

Kendall nodded and began to tell the teacher a little bit more about his brother.

While in the room with Mrs. Snow, Logan took a seat and crossed his arms nervously. Yes, he felt safe enough to be alone, but he still wasn't completely on board with all of this. It was overwhelming for the small child.

"Hi Logan!" Se smiled, "How are you?"

"G-good...and you?" He tried to reply politely.

"I'm doing great." He grinned, "How has your week been so far?"

Logan losened up a bit, "Fun! I got to go to the pond with Kenny."

"Really?" He asked, "what did you guys do there?"

"He started teaching me how to skate..." Logan explained.

"That sounds like lots of fun!"

"It was...when I was skating, I fell, but Kendall helped me up and he kissed my boo-boo so I was ok." Logan continued.
"Kendall seems like a really good big brother, huh?"

"He is! I love him so much." Logan smiled.

Mrs. Snow hated to do this...but it was something she had to do while Logan was relaxed. She hoped if she was slow with it and didn't push the young boy, he'd still remain content.

"Logan. Can you tell me about what happened with Mrs. Healy?"

Logan's eyes filled with terror, "D-do I have t-to?" Tears trickled down his cheeks.

"Not right now, sweetie, if you don't want to, we don't have to." She said in a calm tone.

"She-she-she-she um..." Logan stuttered trying to get his words out, but he didn't know how. Mrs. Snow looked sympathetically at the little boy. She knew how hard it must have been on his non-existant self esteem and she knew he needed to talk about it so they could make progress.

"How about you draw it for me? Like a story board, would that be easier, Logan?" she asked.

The little boy nodded and she handed over a pad of paper and some crayons. She had found that he liked to draw a lot, so she decided if he ever couldn't express his emotions through words, she would have him draw it out. She once again noticed he used all the dark colours, but this time, a lot of red was added. As he hesitantly handed over the story board he had drawn, she saw why. In each picture, Miss. Healey was drawn as a massive woman with a big, frowny face and Logan was tiny. She was pictured yelling in a few of the drawings and Logan crying. He had tried to write some of the words she had used, but only being an 8 year old, couldn't spell all the big words properly. These words always appeared in the middle of each drawing and from her expert knowledge, she knew children often put the thing that affected them most in the middle. Still, it wasn't hard to figure out what "pafetick" "stewpid" and "wimpey" meant. There was, two words in big letters, written in red along the bottom. "BAD BOY" repeated itself everywhere, accompanied by many, scary and angry looking faces. Looking up at the little boy, she could see that he was crying.

Carefully and gently, she sat next to him and pulled him into a hug.

"Shh, it's ok Logan, it's alright. You're a very good boy. You're very brave, you know that?" she said softly. Logan looked up at her.

"Bu-but she-she said..." Logan protested meekly.

"She's wrong Logan. Look" she got up and made her away across the room, grabbing the fallen pad. She pulled off many sheets, scrunching them all up together so that they made one big sphere. She drew two dots for eyes and a nose and a frowning mouth. She walked back over to Logan.

"Pretend this is Miss. Healey" she said, making the wad walk around.

"You're not happy with her are you?" Logan shook his head.

"She was very wrong for saying and doing what she did to you Logan, so why don't we tell her what you think?" Logan looked at her confused. "Here, I'll show you" she turned it towards her and proclaimed "I don't like you because..." she looked to Logan.

"She's scary?" Logan asked.

"Because you're scary!" she said. Then she pulled one of the layers of paper off.

"Every time you say something to her, you pull off a layer. That way, it'll help you become less afraid" she explained. She gave the paper ball to him. "Go on, give it a try."

Logan took the ball and glanced at it. A flood of emotions took over him as he stood up from the couch and tossed it up in his hands once.
"I don't like you because you're mean..." Logan said in an almost whisper, he then tore off a piece.

Mrs. Snow nodded, "When Mrs. Healy was acting mean; how did that make you feel?"

Logan almost didn't know how to handle this. He was sad for sure, but he was angry at the same time. He felt so bottled up, that at this moment, he had to express those mad feelings.

"She makes me feel like I'm nothing." Logan squeezed the ball in his hands, "S-she doesn't k-know how sad I already was! She made it worse!" His tone grew louder, "W-why?!" He screamed, "W-why!"

The raven haired boy sat back down and rest his head into his palms. Tears slid down his face.

"Why what, sweetie?" She questioned.

"Why am I so bad? Why can't I be good so people will stop hurting me?" Logan asked.

"I don't know honey...there are mean people out there in the world...what I do know is that you never did anything wrong; you're a wonderful little boy, Logan."

More anger arose in the child's body, "Stop lying!" He yelled, "I-i-if I were good...t-then w-why di-did my d-dad...?" His voice cracked, he felt like he couldn't finish. A memory took over his whole mind at the moment:

Logan sat on his bed, looking through a medical textbook. He had been grounded for asking his dad for dinner the night before and wasn't allowed to leave his room. Before he could look up and see what happened, his book was snatched out of his hands.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mr. Mitchell yelled.

"R-reading..." Logan whispered, glaring down at his feet.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He screamed.

Logan shot up and looked at his dad, "Yes sir."

Mr. Mitchell grabbed his son's wrist and squeezed it really hard, pulling him into the kitchen.

"No daddy! S-stop daddy, p-lease!" He cried.

Mr. Mitchell swung open the drawer and grabbed a knife.

"NO!" Logan cried.

"You weren't supposed to be reading...you're a bad boy, Logan, a real bad boy...maybe if you were better then I wouldn't have to do this." Mr. Mitchell taunted.

Mr. Mitchell lifted up the side of Logan's shirt. With one swift movement the blade of the knife was sent all the way down from his ribs to his hip. Blood instantly began to pour as the little child burst into tears and cries of pain.

"Logan." Mrs. Snow shook the boy's shoulder, knowing he was out of it at the moment.

Tears spung from his eyes, "P-Please h-help m-m-me!" Logan sobbed, "P-p-please...p-please..."

A while later, Kendall and Mr. White knocked on the door to see what was going on. Logan had been longer than he was meant to be. After hearing a "come in" they entered the room. It was much different to the therapy room where Logan had his other sessions, Kendall realised that it must be purposely done this way so children who see her out of school as well as here feel more comfortable. Kendall's eyes immediately landed on his brother, who was asleep on one of the couches, a blanket draped over him. Mrs. Snow was writing down some notes.

"What happened?" Kendall was almost afraid to ask. Why was his little brother sleeping? Mrs. Snow set her notes aside and came over to them.

"Logan suffered a minor breakdown today" she said calmly.

"A breakdown?!" Kendall exclaimed. Mr. White hadn't said anything because it was normal for a child with a mental state like Logan's, to suffer some sort of break down. Mr. White had seen it coming.

"Yes. He's been bottling his emotions up for so long that they finally burst out all at once. The overflow of emotions caused the breakdown. Eventually, it all became too much for him. He was in danger of hurting himself so I had to sedate him." she explained.

Kendall couldn't think. He knew Logan was in a bad state, but never this bad. Mrs. Snow took a deep breath, prepairing to tell Kendall what could happen.

"Kendall...you know there is only so much this school can do, right? We can only help children so much. Some children...they're more harmed than others, more affected. Some children like this get better. Others...they don't. Kendall I've talked to your mom about this and she agreed with me-"

"She agreed with what? Kendall asked beginning to feel like something bad was coming up.

"She agreed that if I thought it was the right thing, that we would send Logan to the Riverview Centre." she tried to make it sound better than it was, but she didn't succeed.

"Riverview! But that's a mental health hospital for kids!" he exclaimed.

"Kendall, Logan is a very unstable boy at the moment. Do you know what he tried to do earlier?" she asked. Kendall shook his head. "He was pulling at his hair and then he stood up and ran at the wall. He kept on hitting himself on the wall and that's why I had to sedate him. I think for a little boy like him, he needs to be monitored 24/7 and given medicine to calm him down and stop the nightmares. The pressure of school is too much and so he needs to be put in a room in a place like Riverview and to just play all day. It's not that bad really. It's a more stable thing for him." Kendall didn't say anything. "As soon as your mom gets here Kendall, I'm going to tell her and Logan will be taken there. I'm also going to inform them that his case is critical and he needs to be put in a room where he can't harm himself. Most likely that'll be padded. I'm sorry Kendall, but that's how it has to be."

"Logie sweetie..." Mama Knight cooed, "Can you wake up for, Mommy?"

Logan's little cocoa brown orbs blinked open, "W-what happened?"

"You had a meltdown, honey...it's ok; though, just relax. Can you sit up, Logan? We need to talk to you." Mama Knight explained.

"A-am I in trouble? I'm sorry!" Tears instantly sprung from the small boy's eyes, "I-I didn't mean to yell at Ms. Snow...I promise!"

"Logie, it's ok...we know you didn't mean it." Ms. Snow smiled, "We just want to discuss somethings with you...you're not in trouble in anyway, honey."

Logan nodded hesitantly.

"Logan...Ms. Snow and I have noticed how...distressed you've been lately, and we decided it'd be best to send you to a place called Riverview...it's...a..." How was she supposed to tell a little 8-year-old that he was being sent to a mental hospital?

"It's a special place for people like you, sweetie." She grinned.

"Can you and Kenny come with me?" His eyes widened, which broke Mama Knight's heart.

"N-no Logie, Kendall and I will only be allowed to visit you sometimes." Her voice cracked.

Logan's heart sank. He looked almost confused by that phrase. He wasn't going to be able to see his big brother or sister or even his Mommy anymore?

"I-I'm sorry!" Logan sniffled, "I-Is t-this a p-punishment? C-Can I do something s-so you c-can f-forgive m-me and not m-make me go b-by myself?"

"Sweetie, this isn't a punishment...it's going to help you." Ms. Snow promised.

"I-I don't wanna go." He sobbed, "P-Please don't make me go!"

Mama Knight felt horrible, "You have to, honey...sorry."

Meanwhile, the three packed up some of Logan's things and got into the car. Logan didn't say a word the whole entire time. He still was having trouble processing the whole though of being abandoned by more people he loved. His trust was being broken down...

"Mommy?" Logan asked from the backseat.

"Yes baby?"

"Am I being brought here cause you don't love me anymore?" He asked.

"No! Not at all, Logan...we all love you very much, honey...we just need to do this." Mama Knight replied instantly.

Logan looked out of the window at the houses he passed. He wanted more than anything to be snuggled up in bed watching Blues Clues or Dora with his family...but this new places seemed to lack all of that from what he had heard. They finally came up to the Riverview building. Rather than any of the other places he had been too earlier, this place was so boring and dark. The walls were bricks that had been painted either gray, black, or white and were very old looking. He held onto Mama Knight's hand tightly and with his other arm he hugged onto Kendall.

Once they came up to a big desk it was noticiable that the people here weren't going to be nice at all. They seemed just as dull as the interior. Logan wanted to cry. This place seemed more like a prison, not a home.

"We will take him to his room now." A women said.

"Logan...were going to come visit as much as possible, and we will call too when we can." Mama Knight smiled, "I'm going to miss you, sweetie. I love you." She kissed his forehead.

Kendall wrapped his arms around Logan and hugged him so tightly, "I love you Logie Bear! I'm going to come visit everyday if I can. I'll miss you too much if I can't."

Logan wiped his eyes a few times, "B-bye...I-I love you."

Mama Knight began to walk away, but Kendall didn't follow. Logan ran over to the blonde and started to sob hysterically.

"I-I don't...don't w-want y-you to l-leave!" He cried, "D-don't l-leave me!"

Kendall felt so incredibly bad for the boy who was obviously having a tantrum in front of the workers and his mom.

"N-No!" Logan yelled, "D-don't l-l-leave!" He hugged Kendall's waist and refused to let go, until a worker pulled him off, and began to drag him away. More screams of terror came.

"KENDALL!" He shrieked, "KENNY DON'T G-GO!"

Once Logan was around the hallway and out of sight, Mama Knight and Kendall slowly left, with shame. How could they do this to the poor child? It felt so wrong.

Logan was brought to a small square room, but before entering, they made him change into completely white pajamas. They were stiff and way too big for his tiny frame. They took away his shoes and bags, but not without telling him he wouldn't be allowed to ever see them again, unless he was released from the hospital.

With one small shove he was pushed into a padded room. The only other things in there were a few foam blocks and a big foam bed. It seemed almost like a joke...how was he supposed to live in there 24/7?

He sat down on the bed and hugged his knees to his chest, "T-they left me...t-they don't love m-me j-just like everyone else."

The time dragged by, and what was only an hour felt like an eternity. Before Logan knew it another worked had entered his room with some baby food and a spoon. He knew what was coming and didn't like the sounds of it.

"Time to eat." He said flatly.

The male worker too off the baby food cap and dug the spoon in. It looked like way more than the yogurt he was used to eating. Logan started to fear that he'd be fed too much and end up getting sick like before he was taking that stomach strengthing medicine.
The man shoved some into Logan's mouth, and continued to add more quickly. Logan nearly gagged on the stuff since it was all coming in so fast. He began to feel a little nauseous, so he knew it'd probably be time to stop eating.

"I'm full." Logan replied in a small voice.

"You have to eat it all." The man instructed, and fed Logan more.

Logan didn't have time to say anything else, because the last spoonful was stuffed into his mouth. He tried to swallow, but it felt like he'd vomit if he did.

"Swallow." The man demanded, "I don't have all day..."

Logan gulped it down and felt queasier than ever.

"What?" The man asked.

"M-my tummy hurts." Logan whimpered, wrapping his tiny arms around his stomach.

Logan suddenly felt all of the baby food begin to rush up his throat. The small boy hunched over and puked up all the food violently. It hurt so badly, even worse than any other time, and Logan just wanted to be at his house, with people helping him to feel better, but that wasn't the case. He got no affection at all...just some new pajamas. After the man wiped everything up he left without even asking if Logan was ok. The poor boy sat back on his bed, wondering what he did to deserve any of this.

The last two parts, Sarah and I were both so upset for Logie! Poor thing :( we hope you enjoyed reading this though!

xoxo

~EMiLY