Too late
I sighed as the constant beeping of my alarm clock stopped. Since Kendall's anger didn't let him turn off the irritating device, so I should be the one to turn it. I was supposed to since I set the time for blasted contraption to start beeping like crazy. But now there was peace and quiet, "Oh, so you turned it off," Kendall's voice ranged through the room. Never mind for peace and quiet…
I stared at the floor, trying my best for the mask to show no emotion, no weakness, and especially no pain. I slowly turned away from Kendall, who was coming ever so close to me, and quickly run out of the desolate room, that at this moment, it was unbearable. Unluckily for me, I came to a worried Logan and Carlos and what was even more worse I could feel Kendall behind me.
"Wait, James," Kendall's voice sounded sincere, "I'm sorry about what I said." Somehow, that wasn't enough for me; I, at this point, wanted Kendall on his knees apologizing, but I knew that wouldn't happen. Not now, and not ever…
"James, are you okay?" Logan questioned, now realizing something was wrong. He was right, there was something wrong… That was me. I'm the one who's screwed up here.
"James, buddy, what's wrong?" Carlos being clueless asked.
"Kendall," I said softly, "Why?"
"James, you know how my temper is," Oh…I know how your anger is like. I'm just your broken up punching bag. "I didn't mean it," You did, you always mean it, no matter what. "Please forgive me." I won't, not this time…
"Kendall, what you did?" Logan stopped me form speaking, and for once I was glad.
"None of your business," Kendall paused, "My anger got to me and well I yelled at him. Nothing more," Oh… there was more, way more than that. But you didn't know that Kendall… Did you ever see me in pain, did you ever cared Kendall, and not just with self-pity but with love. Did you ever Kendall cared? Those words ran through my mind, as I hear Kendall getting yelled by Carlos and Logan.
"You weren't there, you don't know what happened!" Kendall barked.
"But you still hurt James!" Carlos snapped back.
My friends were fighting because of me, and my ludicrous clock… This was senseless all this bickering for someone as broken as me. No, they had to stop, because if they don't then I'll be even more broken and with all this pain I caused them; "Stop," My sad attempt to be loud, as I spoken in a whisper, "Please, stop."
But they still heard me, since they stop the yelling and were looking directly at me. "P-Please stop fighting," My voice was cracking; my mask was cracking as I felt myself exposed and weak.
"W-Why are you guys even f-fighting for?" I questioned, "For m-me?" They nodded slowly as if they lost their voices, "B-But why?" They didn't answer. "B-Because if you n-notice, it's a waist a-a time to fight o-over me." My voice was cracking even more then I felt the most regrettable thing as it slide down my cheek. A tear… A tear, had just ruined me and my broken-up mask. Oh no…
"James, are you crying?" Kendall's eyes grew big, bigger than I ever seen. I couldn't stop the rush of tears flowing down my tears. I couldn't stop getting more hurt as they look at me with disbelief; that's why I ran, once more. But this time, I ended up in the hotels public bathroom.
I had to get rid of the pain; I had to get better for Kendall. But then, right there in the bathroom stall, I realized I wouldn't be perfect for Kendall. Because Kendall never loved me, never even cared… Did he try to care about someone so worthless, who was a lost cause? No… he wouldn't care. So that's when I finally decided that, since Kendall didn't care about me, why should I?
That's when I took out the razor, which I kept in pocket for emergency. This was an emergency… I slowly slid the razor onto my soft vulnerable skin. Letting the crimson blood slip out…