Logan POV
The next day my whole body was hurting. Lucky today is Saturday so no one would see me, plus no one cares about me the useless mute boy. I was slowly walk to the bathroom. When my brother came in my room staring at me as he never saw me in a long time. I write on my board "What do you want?"
J: "Just checking that if you are alright."
L: "I'm fine."
J: "okay"
He left my room and I ran to the bathroom crying. It's funny in how he believed me that I'm fine. When he doesn't know what happened Friday to me. I got my razor and cut my right arm and saw how fast it bleed. I clean myself and bandaged my arm and got dressed. BVB shirt, black skinny jeans, a black and white hoodie and my black converse. Head downstairs where my parents and brother are talking about how he was going to win the next basketball game. When I enter everything went silent, mom had the look of grossness and dad did too. I can feel that I was about to cry so I ran out the door, I had no idea where I was going to.