Logan P.o.v.
After the plane landed, we couldn't get off quick enough. We hurried through security and snatched our bags as we ran out. We haled a taxi and were dropped off in front of James' house. We jumped out and hurriedly crossed the slick driveway. When we reached the door we noticed that it was slightly open.
"Hey, James. You here, buddy?" Kendall called into the dark room. No one answered.
We slowly walked into the house. Setting our bags down by the door we walked upstairs to check his room.
"James. Hello? Are you here?" I called out into the black room. We turned to go back down when we heard a noise in the hallway. We stood still, fearful of moving. We watched the dark shadow come closer and closer to us. He spoke and I knew who it was.
James P.o.v.
When I walked into the house with Lexi, I heard faint whispering upstairs.
"Stay here, Lexi," I said quietly. I lightly walked across the floor and slowly crept up the stairs. I could faintly make out the silhouettes of three people. As I came closer I recognized the faces.
"Guys, what are you doing here?" I asked curiously.
"We came to help you," Kendall replied stepping closer to me.
"Help me with what?" I asked my voice rising to a higher level. They couldn't know. There was no way they did.
"You know what we are talking about," Logan said giving me a worried look.
"Hey, what going on, James? Who's up there?" A voice called from downstairs. I forgot I left her down there.
"Come on up. There are a few people I want you to meet," I said hoping to distract the guys for the time being.
"Uh, James. Who's that?" Carlos questioned as Lexi slowly walked up the stairs. All three of them had their eyes glued to her as she stopped beside me.
"Guys this is Alexis, Alexis meet Carlos, Logan, and Kendall," I said praying that they would like her unlike my other girlfriends.
"So, Alexis how do you know James," Kendall asked going into protective mode.
"Well, we were best friends until fourth grade when I had to move to Tennessee because of my dad's job. I recently moved back here to find that James had left for California a week before I arrived. Imagine my surprise to find him here," she said with a smile. "Though you never did tell me why you came back."
"Oh, well, I came back because, when my parents and brother were driving up to see me, they got into an accident. My parents were fine, but my brother died during the night. I returned so I could attend his funeral," I finished blinking away the tears in my eyes.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and when I looked up I was staring into Lexi's big brown eyes.
"Jamie, I am sorry I asked I didn't know," Lexi said almost in tears herself.
"No, really it's fine I was bound to tell you anyway," I said giving her a small smile. She returned the gesture.
"I have to go," she said suddenly."My parents are probably worried. I love you. Bye," she said cheerfully giving me a kiss on the lips before hurrying out of the house.
I looked up and was met with the unwavering stares of Carlos, Kendall, and Logan. Their eyes showed worry and anger.
"I, uh, have to go. Bye," I said trying to race into my room. My escape attempt didn't go as I had planned. Kendall caught my wrist as I was trying to run.
"No you don't," Kendall said giving me an angry glare. He turned over my wrist and started to unwrap the bandages.
"What are you doing?" I asked yanking my wrist from his grasp.
"I am checking something," he said through gritted teeth.
"What are you checking," I questioned now getting nervous.
"I am seeing if you really sprained your wrist. And if you did and this isn't what I'm thinking then I will apologize and never question you again. But if it is what I am thinking then you will explain," he said anger building up in him.
Carlos and Logan stood watching with their eyes wide open as if waiting for the worst to happen. I didn't stop him this time. I watched n fear as he kept unwrapping the gauze. His mouth opened at the sight of my wrist. The bandages dropped to the ground and he ran his finger over one of the cuts. Carlos and Logan crept closer tears falling down their pale cheeks. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
"Explain," Kendall said quietly. It didn't even sound like him. It sounded so broken.
I sighed. "You see after I found out my brother had died, I felt as though it was my fault. They were coming to see me when they crashed. If I never moved to California he would still be alive. That thought ate away at me and this habit started. It made me forget about my emotional pain for the time being," I finished looking down. Yes, I left out the part about my parents, but they never needed to know about that.
I felt three sets of arms around me. I couldn't take it anymore. I let the tears escape. After a few moments they let go and looked at me with pity.
"Please don't do this anymore. It's not your fault. Don't keep doing this. We will always be here for you. We promise," Logan said, him and the other two exchanging knowing glances.
"Thank you it means a lot, but right know I would like some time alone," I said softly.
"Alright, but when we see you tomorrow we better only find seventeen cuts. If there are anymore we will tell your parents and Mrs. Knight about this. We don't want anything to happen to you. You're our brother, our best friend," Logan said giving me a sad smile.
They then gave me another group hug and then walked down the stairs. They waved one last time as they walked out the door.
I hurried into my room and slammed the door. I lie on my bed and shut my eyes tightly. For once I fell into a deep sleep almost immediately but solely wished I had stayed awake. The entire night dreams plagued me.
I was standing in a white room. The room was empty and had no door or windows. I looked around. No one was here. Suddenly, I heard an ear piercing scream and smelled the coppery scent of blood. The once white walls were now oozing blood. The room was filling up and I struggled to stay afloat in the sea of red. I slipped beneath the surface and saw black. I opened my eyes and took in a deep breath. I looked around. I was no longer in a room, but in a field. Green grass stretched for miles as did the white and purple flowers that were intertwined in the vast green field. I felt the warm sun on my skin and closed my eyes. But when I reopened them I was no longer in the field but in a graveyard. The stones were in rows that looked like they went on forever. One close to me caught my eye. The color drained from my face when I saw the name. Kendall Knight. I looked at the one next to it. Carlos Garcia. I expected to see one for Logan, but I didn't. I was relieved that Logan wasn't dead, but how the hell were Kendall and Carlos gone. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned. It was Logan. He saw me and walked over to me. "This is your fault," he screamed. "What did I do?" I asked him. "You know what you did and this is your fault. I hate you. You are a fucking, cold hearted bastard. You do something like this and just expect me to forgive you? Ha, you really are stupid. Now leave," he said harshly. "Wha-" he cut me off. "No, you will leave now. Get away from me," he shouted. He punched me in the stomach and then pushed me backward. I felt my head hit a rock. Warm liquid dripped down my head and the side of my face. "Just die already you son of a bitch," Logan said as he walked away. I saw black around the edges of my vision. The pain was overwhelming. As the black took over a single tear slipped down my cheek.
I woke up gasping for air. I had tears running down my face and the sheets clung to me with sweat. I couldn't handle this anymore. I need help.