Ship: Logicality

T/W: Suicide and Self harm

Logan's Point Of View

I knocked on Patton's door once again.

"Patton...?"

Still, no reply.

I sighed, I knew this was an invasion of privacy, but he left me no choice.

I opened the door. "Hey Pa-"

I froze, my jaw dropping at what I saw.

There was my best friend, scratch that, my crush, just hanging there.

I looked at his lifeless body in sadness, in surprise, in anger.

No... Patton wouldn't do this...

Where did I go wrong?

I was sad I lost my best friend.

I was surprised he did this.

I was angry at myself, for not helping him.

Why did I let him go through this.

No...

I notice some fresh and old scars scattered across his arms, biting my lip, feeling tears sting my eyes.

I fell to my knees, breathing wearily.

"P-Patton... I-I loved you..."

I crawled over to the suicide note, taking it and unfolding it.

"Dear Logan,
I know you're reading this, I know that you're the only one who has ever cared.
I know you're shocked. But I just can't handle this pressure anymore, and I know that my death will make you and everyone else better...
The bullies, they're right, I'm hopeless. I might as well give up, I don't have a purpose here.
This is NOT your fault. It's their fault, society's fault. You were always the one with me, the one who cared.
The reason I'm always late to school is because I can barely find a reason to get out of bed, considering I know it's just another day to be abused and torn to shreds.
I cannot deal with this non-stop and extreme pain anymore, for I am not a fighter.
My heart has been teared apart, broken, shattered into pieces right in front of me. I've hidden these feelings, bottled them up, told you that everything was okay.
But, it wasn't. I'm sorry, just know that this will make you better, and you can push through, cause you are so much more stronger than me.
And there's one thing I must say..
I love you.
-Patton"

I was now sobbing, getting up and grabbing one of his knives, cutting the rope off his neck, careful not to hurt him, hoping there was still a chance.

Then, my eyes widened.

There was somehow still a chance.

His pulse was barely there, but it was there, I picked him up, grabbing my phone and calling 911.

I explained what happened, an ambulance speeding over as I took him outside, then rushing them to the hospital.

I ran to the hospital, waiting there for Patton nervously.

I was out of breath from running.

I was nervous and scared, messing with my tie.

It happened so fast, I was a mess, confused and terrified, everything a blur.

About 6 hours later, I could see him, I ran to his room, looking at him, barely conscious.

I ran over, sitting next to him and grabbing his hand gently, kissing it.

"Please never do that again... I love you..." I said, Patton whimpering a bit.

"I-I'm so-orry.." He whispered, clearly not being able to talk very well.

"Shh.. Don't talk."

I kissed his cheek, him smiling very weekly.

"I'm just glad you're okay."