This story is going to suck... Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't Kendall... Or do I? ;)
Kendall Knight was a lonely soul. When he was seven his dad left for another women, that was the year Kendall learned to hate himself. Yes, at age seven, Kendall Knight started cutting his wrists. Kendall wanted a normal life but he knew he couldn't have one, so he distanced himself from his friends. Eventually, James, Carlos, Logan and Kendall, the friends that everyone thought would always be together, separated.
At age seventeen Kendall lost his sister and mom, when they were killed in a car accident on a stormy night. the three had decided to take a drive, but it ended when they where hit by a semi-truck. The blonde boy lived on his own, nobody was around for him to talk to. It was just him and his own demon filled thoughts. Kendall was now nineteen and doing okay on his own, but he still felt lonely.
He still cried and cut himself to sleep, all because he was nothing. Nothing to the world, and defiantly nothing to himself. Some nights when things got really bad, Kendall would think about suicide. He'd hold a gun to his head, tears pouring down his face. He couldn't do it though, he didn't have the guts.
Kendall didn't allow himself to let anyone know he was dying inside, so he hid it by staying indoors. He would sink down on the couch and cry after a long day of nothing. The tall blonde would stare at the wall in a pitch black room, waiting for something. Kendall wanted one good thing to happen in his life, but so far, nothing.
Nothing seemed to be the word that described Kendall best, because that's what he felt, that's what he was. "I'm sorry mom." Kendall whispered into nothing. Nothing, that's what this was. This whole time Kendall thought his mom and sister had died in that car wreck, but they didn't, Kendall did. There was nothing left of Kendall, Kendall was stuck. He was alone. To the blonde that was okay, because that's how its always been. He's always been Nothing.
WOW. Told you It would suck!
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~Kaycee :)