A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes (Complete)

Logan has a PTSD episode

I have no idea what to call this chapter so uhh yeah- take that for it. This ones super short...

TW-nightmare? panic? Uhm... phantom pain? I don't think that's a trigger...

Logan sat down at his desk, holding his head tightly. He tried taking deep, calming breaths, however on the way home there was some items he had seen that reminded him of when he became deaf. It shouldn't have freaked him out so much as him becoming deaf was such a long time ago now. The items had been just simple things, he had seen some middle schoolers, he presumed, messing around in a field, they had been playing ball, and had a bat... he shuddered at the thought, crying softly. Then, after that, he had seen someone that looked just like her... he knew it wasn't her, it couldn't have been, she had moved away, he had a restraining order. He hoped she moved at least. Logan looked around his room, quickly grabbing a canvas and his paints, he grabbed his water bottle that he had filled with water, putting some into his paint cup. He quickly started to paint, hoping it would sooth him. He didn't care that is was almost midnight, he just needed to calm down.

He ended up painting another space theme, this time having red lines looping around towards empty space, it reflected how he didn't know where his soul strings would lead, that they could lead anywhere. Logan looked at his hands, seeing black, blues, purples, greys, some white, red, and even a little pink and orange paint coving his hands, it was dry, and he felt like sleeping, so he quickly changed, falling into his bed, and passing out.

Logan awoke the next morning with a jolt, waking up from a nightmare that was very similar to that day. He wiped at his eyes, trying to figure out what to do. He jumped as his phone alarm went off, realizing he could call someone. He fumbled to grab his phone, tears blurring his vision along with not having his glasses on. He tapped it on, simply tapping on a random contact he knew to be one of the others. The phone rang for awhile, before a groggy Virgil appeared on the screen. Logan whimpered out a help, propping his phone up close by. Virgil seemed to wake up after that, looking at the screen.

'Hey Lo, what's wrong?'

"S-she's ba-back I-I don't w-wan-want to-to be h-hurt again!" Logan cried, imagining her face again as the bat hit his head again, just like when it happened that day. He flinched as phantom pain sparked through his skull and by his ears.

'Who's back? Hurt again? Lo, what are you talking about?' A sleepy Patton and Janus soon appeared on the screen, looking worried as well.

"S-She's back! S-She'll do I-it again! Sh-She- do-don't let her hurt me again please" Logan whimpered. Logan gripped his hair tightly, blinking to try and rid of his tears, he wasn't even sure he was reading the signs correctly.

'Can I, Can we come over?' Virgil asked. Logan nodded with a broken please, mumbling that he didn't want to be hurt again. The video call ended, and Logan felt himself slip away in a sense. All he knew is that it felt like the bat was still hitting him, and that he could feel the rain falling once more. He screamed as a hand touched him, he begged for it to stop. He closed his eyes tightly, curling into himself. A hand touched him again, and he shivered away, looking up quickly. His eyes widened seeing Janus, Patton, and Virgil. Another phantom pain hit his head and he yelled with a sob.

'Your okay your okay Lo' Virgil said quickly. 'It's alright, it's just us' Virgil quickly signed while Janus grabbed a blanket and Patton sat next to Logan, slowly easing Logan's hands away from clutching his ears tightly. Virgil continued to comfort the male while Janus wrapped the blanket around Logan. Patton held Logan's hands lightly, rubbing circles in the back of them. 'You're alright Lo' Virgil said calmly. Logan whimpered with a nod. Patton smiled lightly as Logan looked over to him. Logan leaned into Pattons chest, the more bubble male holding him lightly. Logan looked at Janus, silently asking for him to join the cuddling and did the same with Virgil. The other two held Logan as well, and Logan smiled very lightly, falling asleep. The small group smiled, and Virgil took Logan's hand. Glancing at the twos hands, then quickly to the other twos.

Where did the ink come from?