I'm just going to come out and say it... This is probably the worst thing I have ever written in my life. I have been having some serious writer's block, and I had the idea for this chaper, but it came out all choppy and it makes absolutely no sense. But I was thinking if I posted this than maybe I could get past my writer's block and give you an amazing chapter 4. Here's hoping...

Disclaimer: Really? No.

"You killed me James." My mom stood in front of me, blood seeping out of holes in her skin.

"N-n-no…" I stuttered out as she got closer and closer to me.

"Yes you did. You left me there with your father. He got mad and didn't have you to beat, so he took it out on me."

"M-mom… please stop…" I muttered as I slid to the floor.

"You killed me James!"

Opening my eyes I found that I was still in my hospital bed. Panting, I looked around for Kendall, but he wasn't sitting beside me like he was when I fell asleep. All the lights were off and I had a feeling that someone was in the room with me, lurking in the shadows. Sitting up, I pulled my knees up to my chest and brought the blanket up to my chin. The feeling of someone standing in the room didn't go away, and I know you usually yell "NO!" when the main character of a movie asks questions into the dark unknown, but I had to know who was there.

"H-hello?" my voice shook with fear, and I prayed that nobody would respond.

Hello James.

"Wh-who's there?"

Nobody really.

"What do you mean?"

Don't worry about it now. We will have plenty of time in the future to get to know each other.

"What are you talking about? Who are you?"

The voice didn't respond and I became terrified. Pulling the blanket over my head, I laid on the bed in the fetal-position. My eye lids shut tight, I started to pray to anyone who was listening, hoping this was just a bad dream. A clicking sound made my eyes snap open and footsteps approached my bed. I stopped breathing completely and my mind flashed back to one of the many times that my dad beat me. What if it's him? What if he broke out of jail and has come to kill me like he did mom? A hand rested on the blanket around me and I pulled it closer around me. The hand started to try to pull the covers off me, but I held on tighter. The hand just pulled harder and harder. I started to scream. I don't know where the shrill cries of terror came from inside of me, but there was no way of keeping them in.

"James! James! It's me, Kendall!"

Ripping the blanket off my head, there he was standing beside my bed looking down at me confused. I almost jumped out of bed and into his arms, sobbing. Pain radiated through my body as I wrapped my arms around his neck, but my grip didn't loosen. Sitting down on the bed with me, he lightly rubbed my back and tried to talk me down, but there was a loud rumbling in my ears and I could barely hear him. Soon I calmed down and Kendall pulled away from me so he could look at me. Placing each of his hands on both of my shoulders, I could tell he was worried about me.

"What's wrong?"

"There w-was someone in h-h-here with me K-Kendy!"

"James, there was no one in here. I walked outside of the door for two seconds to talk to my mom, and there was nobody in here when I left and no one came in when I left…"

"But there was someone here!"

"Jamie," he grabbed my face in-between his hands, locking his gaze with mine, "I need you to calm down. If you don't, then they are going to put you back to sleep. Can you calm down for me?"

I nodded my head feebly and collapsed into Kendall, the adrenaline rush leaving my body weak. My head pounded as I tried to figure out who the hell I was talking to. I mean, Kendall said there was no one in the room when he left, and there was no one when he left… That makes no sense at all. I was talking to someone! They were talking back to me! There is no way I was imagining this voice, right? No, I'm not crazy…

Sure I have had a few mental breakdowns in the past few hours and they have had to sedate me twice, but what do you expect from a teen who almost died and just lost their mom? I wouldn't expect them to be running through a field of daisies all happy-smiley like nothing ever happened! Especially with the police barging into their room five minutes after they have woken up, giving gory details about finding said mother… I mean really?

They found her in the basement. Her body covered in blood, she had approximately fifty stab wounds and her skull was cracked open. I haven't seen the body, but I can just picture what she looked like laying on the cold basement floor; her tan skin, pale and caked with blood as her eyes are closed, never to open again. The smell of blood and death probably lingered in the air after they moved the body, and a piece of my heart left in the basement.

I closed my eyes and pulled Kendall close to me as hot tears started to run down my face. The tears soon turned into sobs and I completely collapsed into him. His arms wrapped around me tightly, and I felt like he was the only thing keeping me from falling apart; the glue holding all of my broken pieces together. After what felt like hours of crying, and Kendall's shirt being completely drenched with my tears, I calmed down enough to where I could sit up by myself.

"I'm sorry about that…" I wiped at the tears on my face.

"It's ok to cry. Never apologize for that."

I gave him a small smile and he smiled back instantly. It felt awkward to smile. With all the emotions running around in my head I wasn't sure which one I should follow. I wanted to cry over my mother's death, but then I wanted to jump for joy that my dad was finally behind bars. I wanted to kiss Kendall since he told me he loved me, but I feel like that wouldn't be the right thing. Why can't things just make sense?

"Are you hungry?"

"A tiny bit." I lied. It felt like I could puke at any second, but I knew he would force me to eat.

"Why don't I go get us some lunch?"

"Sounds good." He got up and walked to the door, but turned around.

"Oh, Logan said that he was going to come visit in a little bit."

"Okeydokey. I love you."

"Love you too buddy." And with that he was out the door.

Wait. Did he just say "love you too buddy?" No, he couldn't have. Cause if he did, then that means that he doesn't love me like I love him…

Well of course he doesn't love you like you love him. Who could love someone like you? All broken and falling apart.

"Who the hell are you?"

Let's just call me a friend.

"What do you want?"

I'm just here to talk James; I don't want anything from you.

"Really?"

Yes really.

"You really don't think that he loves me?"

How could he? Look at yourself! You're an orphan who has mental breakdowns every hour or so.

"He does love me, I know he does."

Just keep lying to yourself.

"Shut up!" my eyes started to water.

See, you break down at the smallest things.

"I've been through a lot…"

Lame excuse. Man up and maybe he will love you back.

"Maybe… I can't think about this right now."

"Hey man, who are you talking to?" I looked towards the door and saw Logan walking in with a vase full of flowers.

"Oh, uh… just myself." I ran my fingers threw my hair, a headache starting to build.

"How are you feeling today?" I just stared at him, trying to figure out how I was feeling, because to be honest, I have no earthly idea. "Oh… man I'm sorry. That's the worst question to ask. Sorry."

"It's ok. I'm doing ok, considering the circumstances."

"That's good to hear. Where do you want me to put these?" he asked his eyes moving down to the flowers in his hand.

"Umm… just put them over by the window."

Logan walked over to window ceil and sat the flowers down before moving to the chair that Kendall's body usually occupied. We sat there in silence for a while, just looking around the room. I couldn't take it anymore, and an idea popped into my head. Logan is the smartest person in our group…

"I have a question."

"Ok. What is it?" he leaned up in his chair, putting on his serious I'm-super-smart face.

"Well… umm… there is this person that I like. Actually, I think I might love them…"

"Go on."

"I told this person that I love them, but they said something besides 'I love you' back to me."

"Oh, I see. You think this person doesn't hold the same feelings as you do."

"Pretty much."

"Well, have you talked to them about how you feel?" he asked leaning on the edge of his chair.

"No."

"Maybe you should. I think Kend- I mean this person might actually have feelings for you also."

"Wait! How did you know it was Kendall?"

"Oh good grief! It's so obvious that you two should be together!"

"Apparently not to him…"

"Just give him some time, and talk to him about it."

"I'm back." Kendall said as he opened the door with a big brown bag in his hands, hidden behind his back.

"I better get home. My mom needs me to shovel the walkway." Logan leaned over me and gave me a hug and whispered, "Good luck."

"But I just got here!" Kendall whined.

"I know, but I promised my mom."

I nodded my head as he hugged Kendall and made his way out the door. Kendall gave me a strange look and then sat the brow bag on the bed beside my legs. Plopping down into the chair beside the bed, he opened the bag to reveal my favorite food; hamburgers from the dinner down the road from my house. My eyes widened and a small smile creeped across my face, but then a memory flashed across my eyes and I could feel the pressure of tears threatening to roll down my face.

It was the last place I had eaten with my mom. The tears leaked from my eyes and Kendall was by my side in a matter of seconds pulling me into his arms.

"What's wrong Jamie?" that's the second time today that he has had to ask me that… Maybe that voice is right.

"I-It's n-n-nothing." I stuttered out, deciding that I needed to quit being a baby so Kendall would love me.

"You can tell me."

"No," I wiped the tears from my face and grabbed one of the hamburgers, "I'm fine."

Ugh... This chapter was excruciatingly painful to write. I hope you don't give up on this story because of it.

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