A/N: Here's a one-shot. I was having writer's block for my story love is worth the fight, and had this running through my brain. If I get enough reviews (5) wanting this I'll extend this into a muti-chapter. :) This would be like the prologue.
Kendall Knight ran. Where he was going, he didn't know. What he was running from he didn't know, whether it was the screaming, the fighting, or him. The blonde Knight only knew he had to get away. As he started to get exhausted, he dove behind a tree. THE tree. THEIR tree. He ran his hand over the weeks old carving. L+K=4ever. He curled up in a ball under the tree. He sat there for what felt like hours, but was truly only three minutes. He sat up, wiping the tears from his face he didn't realize had fallen.
'Just end it. You would end your pain. You would get away from him. You would be free'
Kendall came to his decision. The blonde pulled out the pocket knife he had taken from James a little while after this whole ordeal started. He pulled the long sleeves of his plaid shirt up, revealing proof that this was all real. Decorating his pale arms was a gruesome display of old white scars and bright red cuts. He pressed the blade to the soft skin, enjoying how the slight pain, turned into a nice tingling sensation. He began carving the only words he believed to fit this situation. Once he was finished, he let the blade fall to the now painted red grass below the tree. He could hear the heavy footsteps running toward him, but at this point he didn't care. It could be his lover, his brothers, it could even be him, but he couldn't bring himself to care. His eyelids got heavy, and just as the world fell black he heard a voice yell, "KENDALL!"
Happily.
Ever.
After.