Linsey & Logan

Chapter 3

LINSEY.

Being in this house locked up like rampunzel doesn't stop me from wanting to do drugs.

I need them a lot.

I feel weird.

I've been about six hours without taking a single lousy pill and that's driving me crazy.

I sit at the dining room table with my family.

- Daughter are you okay? You look very pale and you're sweating a lot.

I look at my mother, it seems she and my brother are the only ones who want me alive.

- I'm dying like my father wanted. Are you happy now?

- Don't be dramatic Linsey, nobody died for not leaving their house. -Speak without looking at her damn newspaper.

- I have abstinence mother. I inform my mother.

- Are you going to be okay Lin? Dylan asks this time.

- Yes brother, don't worry. -I smiled at him to prevent him from worrying about me and suffering.

I'll be fine?

But what the hell is wrong with me, I can't stop lying to my brother.

I don't even know if I'm going to be okay or if I'm going to put up with this.

Everything falls silent when no one else has anything to say.

I look at my plate of lasagna.

I start to eat slowly trying to resist the urge to vomit.

I do not feel good at all.

I swallow the mouthful of my food and right away I feel something go up my throat and I end up vomiting all over the floor.

I wipe my mouth with a napkin.

- I'm going to my room. -Just that I say and go up the stairs.

I open the first door on the right which has my name written in light blue.

I sit on the bed and lie on it.

I can't stand this, I can't stand the desire I have to consume whatever there is.

I just want to get high and I don't care at what price.

I jump out of bed and pull the sheets off my bed, tie them together.

I tie one end to my bed and throw the sheets out the window.

I begin to descend slowly when suddenly I feel like I fall to the ground too fast hitting my head hard against the ground.

I stay awake for a few seconds looking at the sky until I can't see anything else.

(...)

I open my eyes slowly.

I blink a few times to get used to the hospital lights.

This already feels like my second home.

I look everywhere but this time I don't see anyone.

Not even Dylan.

I think they've had enough of me.

I understand even I'm sick of myself.

I look down at the wires connected to me.

- Don't worry, they went to take the child to sleep and they came back. -I hear a voice to my left and turn to see who he is.

- Who are you? I furrowed my brow in bewilderment.

-Logan Harris.

I take a good look at him and realize that he has red hair.

I had never seen someone with red hair in my life.

I stop watching and grab my cell phone.

I put the camera and I take a picture of him without dissimulation.

- Did you just take a picture of me?

- Yes, I'm sorry, I've never seen a redhead, by the way I'm Linsey Wolls.

- Weird. He whispered to which I could hear him.

- Moron. -I whisper in the same way without looking at him.

I know you heard me Logan, and that was the intention.

LOGAN.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea I could have, but I wouldn't say it was the worst either.

No, it was definitely the worst idea I ever had in my life.

Mental note from now on I will never take someone's hat off with a knife again, much less call them an i***t.

I don't know what was going through my mind at that moment, I don't know, I thought he would dare to stab me and the winning answer was yes.

Yes, he was encouraged, three times.

And now I find myself in a hospital awaiting my death.

No lie, I'm fine, only now I have about three scars on my abdomen where that damn guy buried his knife in me.

- Yes, you are a selfish i***t. -My sister speaks scolding me as always.

I roll my eyes.

- Let's see. Now why am I selfish?

- For putting your life in danger without caring how I and my parents would feel if something happened to you.

I laugh.

-Come on Puper, neither you nor my parents love me, don't pretend anymore it's quite obvious that he hates me.

He hits my arm and starts crying.

Why does he cry?

This time I didn't burn his hair to see how fast his hair was consumed.

- Why are you crying?

- Stop being so selfish and think only out loud, I don't hate you, you're my little brother, I would never want something bad to happen to you.

He hugs me romancing me by surprise, he had never hugged me in my entire life.

It feels weird, but cute?

The truth would not know how to describe this feeling, since it is new to me.

- I love you, please do not do anything as stupid as that again and I would die if something happened to you.

Now I feel bad?

What is happening to me?

He walks away from me and wipes his tear-stained face.

- Promise me you won't put your life in danger again.

Oh sister.

If I could fulfill that I swear I would promise you.

But I don't even know how selfish I am, to know if I can fulfill something as simple as that.

I look down at my hands.

I did it again, it hurt my hand and the wound that was closing opened up again.

He bleeds me.

I clean myself surreptitiously and don't say anything to him.

I can't lie to you saying I won't do it again when I don't even know if I could not.

- I get it.

He gets out of the chair and walks out of the room leaving me with the girl who shares my room.

I look at the girl.

Her hair is black as night.

As I follow her, I notice how she begins to wake up and she looks around with disappointment in her eyes.

Segyro hoped to see the people who were here before my sister came to see me.

- Don't worry, they went to take the child to sleep and they came back. I speak getting his attention to me.

- Who are you? She furrows her brow in puzzlement.

-Logan Harris.

He doesn't say anything he just turns around and when he looks at me again he takes a picture of me.

- Did you just take a picture of me? -I raise an eyebrow.

- Yes, I'm sorry, I've never seen a redhead, by the way I'm Linsey Wolls.

- Weird. -Whisper.

I know he hears me by what he says next.

- Moron. -Whispers I know she knows I heard her.

I hate people that's why I preferred not to have contact with humans.