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It was the calm before the storm. Or before the mega-storm. Or the mega-storm hurricane tsunami. It just all went downhill when I started watching TV, instead of watching him. I grabbed the tub of popcorn I had just made for myself, because nobody was there to entertain me. The smell wafted through the apartment, and whenever I remember that day all I can think of is the scent of manufactured butter. To this day, I avoid popcorn at all costs.

I plopped on the couch, a few pieces scattering on the floor. I could hear Katie and Mama Knight talking in their rooms. Logan was somewhere studying with Camille (yeah, studying), James was with some chick (as always) and Kendall had gone on a date with Jo. I was alone. The TV was off, and I was too lazy to turn it on.

I heard it. I heard it, but faintly. I was curious, but dismissed it as the people next to us or upstairs. I was wrong. I'll never forgive myself for not being paranoid enough. I finally reached over to turn on the TV and press OK on the DVD remote. As the ads played, I remember trying to convince myself to not eat the popcorn. I wanted to wait for the movie to begin. I also remember munching on the popcorn by the middle of the second trailer.

I hate that movie now. I forgot the name, but I hate it. It was so good it distracted me from the most obvious signs. The fact that I could have done something tortures my very soul every. single. day.

Now, I think the movie was reading my mind. It started getting interesting, so I leaned forward, stuffing handfuls of popcorn in my mouth at a time. The rising action was hooking me in. That is, it was hooking me in before I heard a noise. Like, water pooling. I looked at the bathroom in the kitchen, but nobody was in there. Then I turned to the bathroom in the back and sure enough, water was spilling from under the door. I frantically looked around to see if anyone was seeing this, realized nobody was here except Mama Knight trying to relax and Katie, who was useless for spills. I placed the popcorn down carefully, and then leaped towards the bathroom.

When I got there, the water continued pooling. I went to open the door and splashed through the water. I didn't even see him. I saw the bottle first, and wondered why a pill bottle would be floating in the overflowing tub. I noticed the mirror at something on it, and when I turned to it, it read in large, drippy, blocky letters:

All I ever wanted was you.

It look as if someone had punched the mirror at you. I didn't put two and two together. I didn't even see any clothes or a body until I actually picked up the bottle. The label had been so saturated the label was peeling off in chucks. That's finally when I noticed Kendall idyllically sitting in the tub.

His eyes were open. Not wide open, but open enough. They held no expression, they didn't look as if they were looking at anything in particular. His skin was a light tinge of blue. His bleeding hand was in the water, making ribbons of red float to the bottom of the overfilled tub. The glass looked forced into his waxy skin. Over his jaw and mouth read, in the same lettering:

I'm sorry.

The pill bottle was still in my hand. I dropped it unconsciously, and it's clanging shocked me back into reality.

"Kendall?" I whispered. Nothing. Just that same, icy, expressionless stare. I don't know why I thought he'd answer, I just did. When he didn't, I dropped to my knees and crawled though the ice cold water, still overflowing. I grabbed his arm and shook it.

"Kendall." I repeated, shaking him more violently. His body slid towards me more, so his face was closer. He smelled like coldness and medicine, and that scared the hell out of me, finally. I crawled as fast as I could backwards. My back hit the door. As the situation started to dawn on me, I wrapped my arms around my cold leg legs. My jeans (they were tight to begin with) clung to my legs helplessly. It was silence except the continuous bubbling and pouring of the water. Kendall stared into the distance.

"Kendall, get up." I mumbled without thinking. The bastard refused to move, to say anything, to show that this was all some sadistic cruel joke.

"Kendall, get up." I said again, more directed towards him. Not even a flinch. Why couldn't it be a flinch? After staring, waiting for about a minute, I very suddenly started freaking out.

"KENDALL, WAKE UP!" I yelled, slamming my elbows into the door. I repeatedly screamed, "WAKE UP!" while slamming every part of my body into something. The air was tightening around me. Hot tears streamed down my face like the water from the tub. Something broke when my elbow came into contact with it but I didn't care. I sat there trashing.

I don't remember anything. I remember rocking back and forth sobbing, but everything was gone. The water from the tub, Kendall. I was shivering and holding my knees to my chest and crying. I had a huge headache. The mirror hadn't been cleaned yet. The house was eerily silent, but I could tell everyone was here.

Well, I thought, not everyone. I stuffed my face into my knees and sob inconsolably after that. All I could see were his lifeless eyes, all I could hear was that water.

All I could imagine were those ribbons of red, he only thing peaceful floating around.