Leader

Kendall had always been the leader of the pack. The one that everyone had to lean on for support when time came for it to happen. However, it grew tiresome for Kendall to always be the one to do that. He felt as though he had become a rock. Kendall had always been one to love, but now he grew bitter over the fact that he had to do this all the time.

Everyone had to lean on Kendall, what if he needed someone to lean on? Kendall did not have that option, as he was the one who had to be the rock. The rock that never was allowed to have any emotion, the rock that could never move and could never feel. The rock that had no emotion whatsoever.

This was Kendall's life and he was the type to hold grudges for a while. He knew what he had to do and even though he knew its importance it happened far to often. Kendall grew bitter over the fact that the guys always came to him with their problems and eventually he grew so cold towards them that it became a job. The once prideful feeling that came from helping them turned into this.

"This", is a bitter child who grew up too fast for his own good. Kendall was now the one who doing the hating. Although he hated the fact that they came to him, there was something that brought him peace with this newfound hatred. As though it was natural for him to feel this way. Kendall liked it, maybe more than he should have.

However, who was there for him to care to go to. Logan, no. James, no. Carlos, no. What ever the case was it always went back into that Kendall had to be the one to do the things that the others could not do. He was the one that had to have the time to spare for them. This made his hatred for his job grow and grow until it was too big for him to handle.

Kendall snapped that day and let loose on al of the people that needed him the most because he had never had anyone to turn to because of his own pride, his own sin. This sin is what brought it him apart from all the other guys and made him feel as though he was the one to make sure that he could not ever come back.

This is what made him the worst person to be around. The other stories ended with a lesson, but this one ends with a death. The death of Kendall Donald Knight, the dark one. The one that never could turn out into the light.

A's N: This was the one that gave me the most trouble; I will probably do another series, but not poetry. Rather, maybe some hurt and comfort. As always review if you please and make comments galore!