Kendalls POV

I feel tears sting at my eyes, as James leaves my room for the night. It hurts to know that kiss meant nothing to him, that it was just to calm me down.

Well why would he like a mental case like you? Plus your not even that good looking.

Your not helping.

Didn't say I was going to help you.

Well you could.

But I won't, oh and Kendall.

What?

When was the last time you cut or shot up?

Well, now that I think about it. Not since the day before I came here.

Wouldn't it feel good to do it?

Yes. But they won't let me have a knife or oxy cotton. No wounder I don't feel good, one month of with-drawl. How can I get my hands on that stuff?

Sneek a knife from the kitchen, the go to the med supplie room and boom problem solved.

So that's why I'm in the kitchen right now. Looking for a shape knife small enough to hide and take back to my room. The med supplie room is locked up tighter then the lunch ladys hair net. And the chances of them having oxy cotton is slim.

Getting back to my room I turn the lights back off, get onto my bed, face away from the camera, and cut.

One, for being here.

Two, for James.

Three, for the kiss he gave me meaning nothing to him.

Then I stop. Not wanting to bleed to much. I hide the knife in my top night stand compartment.

Then fall into a dreamless sleep with tears in my eyes and pain in my wrist.

~~ Next Morning ~~

I woke up, not moving just laying there for as long as I can before James comes to get me up for breakfast. Just the thought of his name brings tears to my eyes.

I hear my door open then close.

Speak of the devil.

I turn to face him, only it's not him.

It's Jett.

"Well good morning sunshine." He greets just a little to over happy.

"Wheres James?"

"He took the day off. And seeing as no one else can take care of you, so being your doctor I'll be taking care of you for the day." He explained.

I nod my head in understanding as I rise from bed. I was about to go to the door for breakfast, when he put his arm out to stop me.

"Umm..."

"Just before you go to breakfast, we are going to have some fun first okay?" He told me. even though it came out like a question I knew it wasn't. It was more like a demand. Using his arm he pushes me back onto my bed before getting on top of me.

"W-what are y-you?" I studder as I ask what he's doing.

He gets an evil smirk on his face. "You'll see."

Right now speading the day with James, whille feeling heart broken around him doesn't seem so bad any more.