I felt sad. So, i wrote this for Kendall. I feel like he's the most emitonal one in the group, so i decided to make a story for my blonde. Love you Kendall 3
It was a normal day. Just like any other. I was sitting at the beach with my boyfriend, Logan, and we were just watching the sunset. I was running my hand through his perfect hair, and he was looking at the water. He looked like he was in deep thought.
"Logan?" I asked. He turned toward me. "Are you ok?" He looked away, and wouldnt look at me. "Kendall.. I think this isn't working out.." He told me. I felt a sharp pain in my stomech. "What? Are you- breaking up with me?" I asked, tears in my eyes.
"Yes... I am." He told me. I stood up, now with tears streaming down my face. "YOU ASSWHOLE! YOU MADE A PROMISE!" I yelled at him. "Kendall-" He spoke. "DONT YOU FUCKING 'KENDALL' ME! YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME!" Tears were now coming down my face like bullets.
He stood up. "KENDALL YOU NEED TO GET OVER IT!" He yelled. "DO YOU KNOW YOUR THE BEST FUCKING THING THAT EVER HAPPEND TO ME?" I grabbed his arms. "Without you- my life- it's not even my life anymore!" I told him.
He looked angry. "Whatever!" He then ran up to the shore. That was the last time I talked to Logan. I wish I could tell you that we ended up making up in some romantic scene. I wish I could tell you Big Time Rush didn't break up because of it. But, I can't.
Me, James, and Carlos all moved back to Minnisota while Logan went to South Dokota to become a doctor. I've tried dating sevreal other people, but I never felt the spark I had with Logan. Evently, I became so deppresed I never talked to James and Carlos.
Because of that day, I ended three of my greatest friendships. Even though I act like I don't, I still love Logan. I wish I could turn back the clock and see what I did wrong to upset Logan. Did I flirt with other girls? Maybe I never treated him right? Maybe I just wasn't... good enough.
My wrists and chest are covered with cuts. The first time was when Big Time Rush broke up. As I watched the blood run down my chest, I felt like I was a pest. Someone nobody wanted to be with or even look at. That started the second cut.
To this day, I never knew what the guys did without me. I moved out of the house when i turned 18 and never turned back. My sister and mother were to good for me. So I had to leave, even if my family was crying and telling me not to.
I wish I could tell you I lived until I was atleast twenty. But, I can't.
I just can't...
I felt like crying while making this. I didn't want my girls to read, so there not saying anything. I'm sorry if this made you cry, I just wasn't in the mood for romance. I hoped you enjoyed my story. God bless you 3
