The Beginning

Kendall Knight woke up to the sound of something crawling outside. He shot out of his bed. He looked at the clock only to find it was three in the morning. He had bags under his eyes that were bigger than his own eyes. His eyes kept going down from the lack of sleep. He was falling down asleep, that is until he heard the sound again.

He noticed the sound coming from outside his own window. He hesitated before deciding to look.

Confusing enough, he saw a shadow standing under his own lawn. It was in the shape of a boy. Judging by the height, he estimated him to be 5 feet and 7 inches. The shadow of the tree made it almost impossible for him to see his face.

Kendall started seeing him come closer to him, and as he stepped out in the moonlight, he saw him.

Kendall has only seen him a couple of times in school, and this is if he decides to go to school. He was one of the most popular kids in the campus. In Kendall's eyes, he had the softest looking brunette hair in the whole school. His face structure was absolutely beautiful. The hazel eyes made him that more attractive. The only thing that was missing to make him perfect is if he were to be known more around the country. With his talent, Kendall was sure he would be perfect one day.

Now, James Diamond was here, in his yard, starring up at him. He never told anyone, not even Logan Mitchell, that the first time he laid eyes on this hunk of junk he had hoped to one day have him. Now, as the days went by, he knew he never will. He got over his crush just a few weeks after, but he never doubted that he was beautiful, inside, and out.

"James?" Kendall spoke so low, that even he could just barely hear it. He didn't expect James to hear it, but when the boy chocked out his next words, he knew he was wrong.

"Yes?" He spoke it in such sadness, that he thought he was crying.

Evidently, he was right.

"James, you o.k., dude?" Kendall said, sounding concern. Now that he adjusted to the dark light outside, he clearly saw that James had red eyes, instead of the hazel eyes Kendall thought were beautiful. He could also make out the scars on his once perfect skin. The blood dripping down his neck, the scratches that looked as though they were made only a while ago. He also saw that his clothes had ripped edges everywhere. Kendall has never seen anything more sadder, and couldn't help but let the single tear fall out of his eyes.

"Kendall, I need you." Kendall couldn't believe what he was hearing. He never thought that James would be asking for him.

"Wait here." Kendall ran out of his room, past the hallway, made his way downstairs, and out of the door all what seemed like hours to Kendall, but were merely seconds. He didn't even bother to change into clothes and didn't remember he was only in his boxers.

"James, I'm...here?" When he got out, he noticed that James was gone. He looked around, only to see that James was passed out in the middle of the street. He ran towards him. He could see a pool of blood surrounding the poor boy as if he were to be painted red

Kendall almost cried when he saw him. He just couldn't believe that the same boy that he saw outside his window just moments ago, was now lying on the streets. He walked up to James, not even noticing the other figure, holding the pipe, behind the tree that James stood, not too long ago. Kendall was so caught up on James, he didn't notice the trail of blood, leading up to the figure, behind the now forgotten tree. He didn't notice, not even when Kendall was leaning against James, and started to cry his heart out, even if he didn't know him too well. It wasn't until he felt a huge pang in the back of his head, and was slowly going unconscious while on the floor, that he noticed that the figure ran away from the crime scene before he got noticed. That's when...

Kendall shot up from his bed, sweating and crying from his horrible nightmare. He felt his heart beating like he just ran a marathon. He couldn't believe it.

"I just had a nightmare bout James?" He whispered to himself.

He got up, not even noticing that the same figure from his dream was watching him, out in the same street, watching Kendall, then turn around, and walking home.

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James fell against the wall, with a hard thud. His back aching from all the whips and hits he was getting. Blood started streaming down his back. It felt like sweat, only more painful.

"Stop! Please! Let me go!" James's cries filled the dark room. He was scared. No, scared was an understatement, he was drop dead frightened.

"No! You bitch! You think that you can get rid of me so fucking easily?" Yelled back the figure in a snickering voice. The voice that James knows far too well.

"Please...Babe." James whimpered. A hint of misery and anger in his voice, as well as saddened and weak.

A smirk appeared the figure's face. Growing bigger, for he knew he was scaring James.

"So now you want me back? You fucking think that breaking my heart then trying to heal it is going to do any good to you? Well fuck you! If you rip me out of your life, I'm ripping your life for good! You know why Jamez? Because I was your stupid life! I was the best thing that will ever happen to you, because you have nothing better. Jamez."

The figure left, whispering something about getting thirsty. The bloody and bruised James took this as an opportunity to sneak away from his 'ex.' He climbed out the window, then running faster and faster. He didn't see nor care where he was going. He just wanted to get away. From his life. From his family. From...Him! He ran a couple of blocks, which turned to 10 blocks, and then 15. He ended up in a lawn, in front of a dirty, old, looked to be abandoned house. He walked on, whimpering from the pain. He was hurt. He was broken. He heard a window open. He looked up.

"James?" A voice said, so low, that James barely heard it. But he knew who it belonged to. The school 'Bad Boy' Kendall. James never admitted it to anyone, not even himself, but deep down, he knows that without the bad boy attitude, Kendall would be so hot.

"Yes?" James spoke, only to realize too late that his voice was still sobbing from his earlier cries. It came out to sound as though he were about to cry, even if he already emptied out.

"James, you o.k., dude?" Kendall spoke. 'Did he sound concern?' thought James. 'Nah, just my imagination.'

"Kendall, I need you." James spoke, because with what just happened with his ex, he needed someone, anyone, to hold on to and cry. He couldn't go with Carlos, his house was to far. He also felt as though Kendall was somewhat better and was afraid to run into his ex again. Suddenly he felt eyes on him, but were not Kendal's. He was scared as hell, because he knows who is watching, he just doesn't know from where.

"Wait here." Kendall spoke. It was then that the figure that had been watching, came out and hit James. He dragged his body towards the street, only to realize Kendall was coming out, so he hid behind the tree.

James laid unconscious on the street, bleeding from the bang he got from the pipe. He could still hear around him. He heard Kendall. He heard crying.

"James, I'm...here?" He heard Kendall coming towards him. He tried to move to warn Kendall not come any closer, for his ex was still hiding somewhere around this area. He felt it.

He felt Kendall, kneel down beside him. Then, he heard a bang. And felt Kendall fall down on top of his own body. He just couldn't believe that this had to happen to him. First he was hurt, but now, because of him, Kendall was hurt as well. He was going to scream for help when...

James fell down to the floor and landed with a loud thud. His bed was pretty high, so it hurt. Then, it came to him. The dream. The nightmare.

"Did I just have a dream about Kendall Knight?" He whispered to himself.

He got up, and felt eyes on him. He ignored it and went to the bathroom to start his day again. The figure, too left James, planning his day ahead.

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