This just something I started writing last night. I've been going through a really hard time at school because of bullying right now and I needed to let some of my feelings out before I really do something stupid. I want to thank BigTimeRush-BTR and A. Martin for helping me out this week you guys are awesome thank you so much for your help :)

Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones But Words Will Always Hurt Me

He couldn't take it anymore, he really couldn't. The words that those kids have said to him just kept playing in the back of his mind; over and over and over again. He just wanted it to stop, he couldn't take the pain anymore and he wanted it to go away.

He knew he should've told his friends about the bullying a long time ago before it had come to this but he never found the courage to. While he loved his friends as if they were his older brothers, they often took it little to far to protect from anything and anyone that wanted to hurt him.

And now he really wished that he had told them, if he did it might not have come to this. But now he felt like he had to do this, his life just wasn't worth living anymore. Not this had all begun.

At first, the bullying and the name-calling hadn't been that bad. But as time went on it had only gotten worse and now it wasn't just name calling it was physical abuse to. He knew that his friends were starting to get suspicious; he knew that they knew that something was up.

As he looked at the razor that he held in his hand he began to think about his friends and family. He had to wonder, would they even miss him when he was gone?

Probably not why would anyone miss him anyway? All he was was useless favour that no one really wanted around. He didn't know why but for some reason, he really wanted to die, to finally be at peace and not have to worry about what people thought about him or trying so hard to make his family proud of him.

He knew that he would miss them terribly but their lives would be so much better if he wasn't in it. They could whatever they wanted, be whatever they wanted and they wouldn't have him to hold them back.

He felt the tears begin to enter his eyes but he quickly blinked them away. He hadn't really cried since this whole thing with the bullies had started and he wasn't about to start now. If he cried, then he was showing weakness, even if he was alone, locked in the bathroom of apartment 2J.

He gripped the razor in his hand tighter, staring at it. Did he really want to do this? Did he really want to leave his friends and family behind?

No. He didn't but he really couldn't thinking about that now because if he did then he knew that he would chicken out. And if he chickened out then he would go back to living a life of misery.

He brought the razor to his arm and began to put pressure on it, slowly sliding it across his soft skin. He winced in pain, it hurt really bad but after a minute the pain started to fade.

Kendall smiled a little, it felt good. Good to have his pain finally being taking away. He looked at his arm, there were five deep cut across his arm. He was starting to feel woozy.

Kendall was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He didn't even try to stay awake.

He had done it.

His pain was finally over.

I can't believe I did that... that's the first time I've ever killed Kendall (or any of the boys) in any of my stories...

Anyway, I hope you guys liked that. Please read and review.

~Ajay