Silenced

Chapter 1

Tw brief blood

Lying awake, face up in his bed, Logan thought back to the discussion that has just occurred. It was fine. It had been fine. So, yes, he had offered Thomas a solution and he and the other sides immediately shut it down. It was fine. So yes, it took them all, and 'them' excluded Logan clearly, an hour or two to come to the conclusion Logan had originally said. It was fine. They had got to the conclusion eventually and Thomas would be better for it, even if Thomas just listening to Logan would of saved them all a lot time and energy. Logan tried to console himself with the usual, it isn't any different from the other times so technically their treatment hasn't worsened, but that didn't ease him in the slightest. The other sides weren't trying to ignore him, they claimed he was part of their famILY after all, but in the end they ignored him just the same. Logan didn't know what was worse. Being actively ignored or being subconsciously ignored whenever he stepped foot into the room, to just be immediately disregarded not because you necessarily did anything wrong but because you just existed. Logan grimaced. Saying it out loud, the latter was definitely worse. There was a time when he was listened to, but every dog has its day so it would seem. It was evident that he wasn't going to get any sleep at this point so Logan started to get up when a jolt of pain forced him back down. Logan put a hand to his lips and felt blood starting to drip down onto his covers. It felt like someone or something was relentlessly stabbing holes into his lips. It hurt. Bad. Logan tried to let out a scream. It sounded muffled. After a couple more seconds in agony he passed out.
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Logan jolted awake. What a miserable dream he had, seriously, he would be exchanging words with Remus if the creative side had anything to do with this. He walked over to his bedroom to brush his teeth, as one should do in the morning, but the reflection in the mirror made Logan stop in his tracks. He blinked. He blinked again. It was still there. Looking at his face, his reflection showed that his mouth had been sewn shut with numerous crude stitches preventing him from even opening it a millimeter. Logan felt sick. He briefly recalled the angry shouting at him to shut his trap and to zip it! and how could he forgot the we got this, Logan, shut up already! that he had endured this past month. It seemed Thomas' subconscious had taken all those comments a little bit to literally for his liking. He wanted to cry, to break something, to scream, but most of all he wanted to yell and somebody, anybody, but as Logan picked at the stitches covering his mouth it was clear that the only way these would be going away was when Thomas didn't subconscious think he talked too much. Frowning, it dawned on Logan that that occurrence could be a long time because even if Logan remedied the error of overly speaking, or really just speaking about anything that wasn't relevant to Thomas' dilemmas, Thomas would still remember and associate him with talking non-stop. Heck! Thomas associated snakes as liars at the age of five and Janus still had scales. Logan froze has he heard panicked knocking on his door. "Logan? You good? I thought I felt some anxiety in there?" Virgil. Logan internally groaned, of course Virgil would sense his worries. Logan went to reply but it came out as a muffled "hmmm hmmff" Logan cursed. "Logan??? Are you okay?" What could be do! He couldn't tell anyone about his predicament, that would be a nightmare! Quickly summoning a mask and a blank note pad, Logan hurriedly scrawled a blatant falsehood. Salutations Virgil, I am adequate but I have very sore throat, in order to 'practice what you preach' I will be using a face mask and limiting my speech until my throat can properly heal. Wearing the face mask, Logan opened the door and handed Virgil the note.