Waiting On 'Superman'
I decided its time to do some Kendall-angst. One of my upcoming stories is total James-angst. I've had Carlos trapped in an earthquake and have done so many things to Logan…so now its Kendall's turn! Ha. I love angst. And this story will include some serious angst. I'm trying to expand my writing abilities, like not just focusing on one character. So, I hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush. I only own the plot.
"...Of course I'm scared. I'm not Superman." ~Jackie Chan
Chapter One
Charlene Knight always knew her son had a knack for getting himself in some type of trouble. Whether it was girls, bullies, bad grades, anything, he would figure it out on his own. She could always tell when her son was in trouble, and she would be silently by his side, rubbing small circles on his back while Kendall cried over his troubles.
Now, Charlene stood in the doorway of Kendall's room, watching the medics place an oxygen mask over her son's face. She had always been able to see Kendall was in trouble, so how could she have seen this coming? How could she have not seen her son was drowning in his own misery and sorrows? What kind of mother was she for not seeing her baby boy needed somebody to help? How could she not see this coming?
"Mrs. Knight!" James cried out. James, Carlos, and Logan came running over to her, embracing her in a hug. "What happened?" Logan asked as the group pulled apart. Mrs. Knight wiped her eyes as the medics loaded Kendall onto a stretcher. "He tried to hang himself." Mrs. Knight whispered. "My little Kendall tried to kill himself." Mrs. Knight collapsed against the doorway, hysterical in sobs. Carlos let out a sharp gasp, while Logan placed his hands behind his head, fighting back tears that began to swim in his brown eyes. James, overcome by rage, punched a wall, creating a small dent in the plaster.
The stretcher with Kendall on it rolled past them. "Can somebody get Katie at her friend's house and bring her to the hospital?" Mrs. Knight asked. "I'm going with Kendall."
James nodded his head and grabbed his car keys, heading out the apartment door. Mrs. Knight followed the stretcher down the hall, along with Carlos and Logan trailing shortly behind. The stretcher went into the elevator while the two boys ran down the stairs. Heads turned as the stretcher rushed through the lobby, and got loaded into the awaiting ambulance outside in the parking lot. Carlos and Logan attempted to jump into the stretcher, but medics pushed them back. "Sorry, only family." One medic said as she swung the doors shut in their faces.
Carlos can't help but feel déjà vu as the other door to the ambulance swings shut. Back in Minnesota, they always got hurt, but only sometimes it was serious enough for a trip to the emergency room. The worst trip though was when they were all ten years old, standing helplessly in the dark of the night as Kendall was loaded up into a stretcher, similar to today.
"Carlos!" A voice shouted. The ten year old turned around to see James standing on the edge of his driveway, and even in the dark of the night, Carlos could see the panicked look on his friend's face. Carlos handed his mother the leftovers that they had taken home from the restaurant and jogged down the edge where James stood. "What's wrong?" Carlos asked.
"It's Kendall." James breathed. "He's seriously hurt."
"What happened?" Carlos asked, concern and panic filling his whole body over the fact that one of his friends were hurt. A tear slid down James's face, and the brunette didn't answer. Carlos placed his hands on James's shoulders, and shook the boy hard. "James, what happened to Kendall?"
"He fell down the stairs of his house." James whispered. "Logan called me and told me there is a lot of blood."
Carlos didn't even need to hear another word as he took off down the street towards Kendall's street. He could hear his parents shouting for him and James's pounding footsteps behind him. Carlos skidded a little as he stopped in front of Kendall's front lawn. Logan ran away from his parents and embraced Carlos and James in a tight hug. A crowd had gathered around the front yard on the sidewalk. The stretcher with Kendall came out of the open door of the front house, and Carlos could see the blood covering half of the blonde's head. "Kendall." Carlos whispered.
"We have to go with him to the hospital." James declared. The three friends took off towards the ambulance, and when they tried to jump in, a medic pushed them back. "Sorry boys, family only." The medic said.
"We're Kendall's best friends!" Logan protested. "We're practically his brothers."
"Sorry, but like I said kid, family only." The medic repeated, and slammed the door shut in their faces. The ambulance roared off into the night, and Carlos couldn't help recall all the times they had taken trips to the emergency room. Like when James's broke his collarbone climbing a tree. Like when he fell off the monkey bears at the playground and broke his arm. Like when Logan broke his leg when they went snowboarding behind their elementary school. But not once had they ever had something so bad that it required an ambulance.
Carlos looked up into the night sky, and silently asked, "Why do all the bad things keep happening to us?"
Nobody answered.
Carlos watched as the ambulance roared off into the night. And all of a sudden, he's ten again, and wondering why everything bad happens to them.
And once again, nobody answers him.
Logan tugged on Carlos's arm, snapping the boy out of his memory. "Come on; let's get going to the hospital." He said. Carlos nodded as the two hopped into Logan's car and followed the ambulance. Carlos stared out the window the entire time, and kept asking silently why everything bad always seems to happen to them.
And still, the only answer he received was agonizing silence.
