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Chapter 14: It's My Fault

Kendall POV

I decided to go away from the hallway once I saw James' bed being put in the room of Logan. I figured that leaving them will be better because I won't hurt them anymore. Besides, mom will take care of them. I sat in one of the benches located in the parking lot, looking at my murderous hands. Suddenly, my mom sat beside me.

"James, Carlos and Logan are in the room already. They are awake and they are fine. Why don't you go talk and stay with them?"

I looked at her then back to my hands.

"Why would they talk to me? I'm the person who almost killed his best friend with these hands." I raised my hands.

My mom got them and started caressing them with her own that were the complete opposite of mine. Her hands were loving, gentle and with a single touch everything that it comes in contact with becomes better.

"I don't believe that these wonderful hands could ever kill anyone because these hands belong to my son and my son is not a murderer."

James POV

Logan and I were seated in our beds waiting for Carlos. Mama Knight said that she wanted to talk to Kendall so she'll leave us for a moment. When they wheeled in Carlos' bed, we saw his head wrapped in thick bandages. The doctors left us and Carlos sat down as if the bandages were not adding any weight to his head. I didn't mean to ask him a question but I was just so curious about what he felt.

"Do the bandages make your head feel heavy?"

"Nope. It just feels like I'm wearing my helmet. Hi, Logan." He waved at Logan fervently. "Feel better?"

Logan just smiled at Carlos' energy despite his condition. "Yeah, much better now that I know you're okay and that you guys are here."

"Good. How about you Jamie? Did you say sorry to Kendall? Why are you in a bed like me? Who hurt you?"

"Well . . ." I said holding my neck, remembering what Kendall did.

All of a sudden, we saw Kendall bringing Mrs. Knight in with him.

Kendall POV

"Well, mom, believe it because. . . I am . . . a . . . murderer."

"What?"

I knew that someday I would have to tell them because they need to know what've I've done even though they will hate me and possibly never talk to me anymore.

"Mom, I have to tell you something but not here. The guys need to know too."

"Ok?" We both walked to the hospital toward the room. When we were already at the door, I stopped.

"Kendall?"

I saw my three best friends. I saw that they all were wounded but the way they smiled while they talked made it seem as if even their hearts were so far away from ever getting scarred unlike their body. Then, James held his neck.

"Here goes nothing."

"When we went into the room, James and Logan were glaring at me. Carlos, on the other hand was happy to see me.

"Hi Kendall, did James say sorry to you?"

"Sorry?"

"Yeah, I told him to so that we could all be best friends again because you won't be mad at him anymore. Kendall, please don't be mad at him. It's not his fault that Logan and I are here. Kendall, do you know why James is hurt? Who hurt him?"

I looked at James' neck and my handprint on it. I looked at Logan's unusual pale skin and the sweat that glistened on it. I looked at Carlos and how the thick bandages were wrapped around his head. Lastly, I looked at my mom's eyes that were normally filled with trust and assurance but now with curiosity.

"Yes." I sighed. "I know what happened to James. I also know that it isn't his fault that you are both here. He doesn't need to say sorry. Mom, I told you that I am a murderer. You know why? It is because I'm the reason why James, Carlos and Logan are hurt so badly."

"But Kendall," Carlos said shaking his head, disagreeing with me. "I was hit by a truck. Logan was stuck in an elevator and James . . ."

"Was almost choked to death because I thought he was someone else."

"Marissa." James said. "Who is she?"

I told them everything. I told them what I wished for, about Marissa, my dreams when I was in a coma and the pictures I found telling me who will be the next victim.

"I'm so sorry guys."

"How could you be so stupid?" Logan screamed. "I'd rather be heartbroken than die a painful death because of you."

"I knew making friends with you was wrong. Ever since Gustavo got you, I knew that you just aren't worth keeping." James said.

"Well, James, if it wasn't because of me you wouldn't even be here."

"Yeah, Kendall, I would be in a normal school, living a normal life, without worrying that someone will appear and kill me."

"Will you guys stop?" Carlos exclaimed. "Fighting was the reason why all of this happened. So, can we please stay away from each other for a while?"

"Yeah." I agreed.

"Kendall, I meant you. If being your friend will just be the cause of our death then you shouldn't be with us anymore. It's unfair that you don't get hurt just like we do."

"But Carlos, I am hurt; you don't know how painful it feels to see you guys suffer because of me."

"That's why you should go." The three said unanimously.

"Get out and we never want to see your face again!"

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