Chapter 2: Messed up Big Time.
*Logan's POV*
"So the week's over, and I've concluded my findings. I believe that the fame has something to do with what I'm about to reveal." The doctor says, she knows I'm depressed. She must do, shit.
"To conclude, my second and I, believe that we can diagnose a mental illness in all of you."
We're all fucking messed up? Due to fame, right? What's wrong with the others? Fuck, I was so wrapped up in myself and my fucking problems, I didn't even think about the guys. On my tombstone it will say "R.I.P Logan Mitchell, Selfish Fucker".
Shit, what's she saying?
"We believe that Carlos Garcia has ADHD"
"ADH-What?" Carlos asks.
"ADHD, it stands for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder." I explain.
"In words I know, Logie?" He questions.
"You are always hyper, and find it hard to concentrate on things, easily distracted, can't sit still, that kind of thing." I explain further, so that he understands.
"And? Is there a problem with that?" Carlos wonders.
"Mr Garcia, if I may continue?" Dr Sara, being polite once again.
"Go on" We all inquire.
"We believe that Kendall Knight has anger management issues"
"I DO NOT" he shouts, a little stereotypically. "Fine, continue with your report thingy."
"One of our more serious findings is that James Diamond suffers from bulimia."
"WHAT?" Me, Carlos and Kendall all say simultaneously.
James turns red and looks down at his feet. "Umm" he clears his throat. "Yeah, I'm sorry guys".
"To finish up this investigation, we have found that Logan Mitchell has depression and anxiety. If you have any queries containing your mental illness, do not hesitate to call." She hands us a card and then leaves.
"Well, that was kind of rude." Kendall breaks the silence.
"Yeah" I reply quietly. "We're all fucking messed up."