Your Mistake Killed My Soul

Rating: T for content

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Your Mistake Killed My Soul

Chapter Two: Karen and Andrew Scott

Karen stood in front of the kitchen sink, waiting patiently for the return of her son and his ex girlfriend, Brooke, from the funeral home. It had been a long time since she'd last seen Lucas and she was eager to see him, yet a dreaded feeling pulsed through her. It seemed as though Lucas had changed. He was growing into a stranger, someone Karen hardly recognized as her son. She suspected some sort of depression or perhaps remorse for something, but she couldn't be too sure.

Her heart ached for Kendall. She had been like a daughter to Karen and losing her was like losing a child: almost unbearable. No one can ever picture the pain of losing a loved on until it happens. Yet it wasn't like her death was shocking. Karen knew the young teenager was unhappy. It was practically written all over her through her black uniform and poor attitude.

Why didn't we do more to help her? Karen thought as she pretended to scrub a dish from breakfast. Tear threatened to poor from her eyes, but she tried to hold them back. There was no use in crying…

Outside on the front porch sat a tall, dark-haired boy by the name of Andrew Scott. He was a spitting image of his older brother, Lucas, only with brown hair. His pale white face was decorated with two piercing green eyes and thick pink lips. He was so much more reserved than other teenagers, never causing Karen any trouble. It was sometimes hard to believe that he was going to be sixteen because he behaved so maturely.

Andrew never met his dad. Perhaps this left him feeling torn inside, but he never needed showed it. As sensitive as he was, he never showed any sadness for not knowing his dad. How can one be sad about not loving someone one never met?

Rocking back and forth in the white rocker, he rolled around a large orange ball in his lap. Like his older brother, Andrew had taken a passion for basketball. To Karen's regret, Keith wasn't here to see their son thrive on the court. She hoped he'd gain a scholarship by senior year.

Through those piercing green eyes, Andrew saw the world. A cramp was forming in the pit of his stomach as he thought of his niece Kendall. She was practically his best friend. She told him everything, things her parents would have killed to know. He was the last one to talk to her before she died…

Flashback

"I don't want to live anymore," Kendall heaved through a teary sigh. She and Andrew sat in the dark setting of his bedroom. It was nearly two in the morning—Kendall had come knocking on Andrew's window wishing to talk. This was pretty common for the twosome, considering they were best friends and all. They were always running over to one or the other's house at all hours of the night.

Andrew draped an arm around the petite shoulders of his niece. "I'm not going to ask why," he stated. "Because I already know how unhappy you are. But I just want to know why you don't think we can help you. Why don't you think this unhappiness is savable?"

"Because," Kendall cried out, her arms flailing in expression, "it's…it's…it's just incorrigible. Too much has happened. I'm a lost cause at this point."

Andrew sighed. The two sat under the covers of his bed, looking up at the glow in the dark stars pasted on his ceiling. She had helped him put them up there a long time ago, almost eight years prior. Life had seemed so simple at eight…

"But you're not," Andrew promised, drifting his attention from the stars to their conversation. "Everyone wants to help you."

"No," she mumbled. "Not everyone."

Andrew sighed, knowing that she was referring to her absent father. He seemed to have gone M.I.A. over the years and no one understood why. He claimed that he came to visit Kendall as often as he could, but Andrew always took his comment as a load of bullshit. He didn't buy any of his brother's excuses. Something was holding him back from seeing her.

"He's an asshole, Kendall. You wouldn't want help from him anyway."

"I don't necessarily want his help," she said. "I just want his attention. I only act out in hope that he'll one day notice me."

"There's something wrong with him, Ken, and I think that no matter what you do the man will never really notice you. Something or someone made him mean and cold and distant. I don't think you want the attention of someone who hardly knows you."

"True," Kendall said, leaning his head against Andrew's shoulder. "But I don't see any point in living when I know that I was a mistake. I sullied the lives of my parents—and I think I made my father the way he is today."

"But you didn't," Andrew stated firmly, pulling the girl in closer to him. "His actions are hardly your fault. And you know you didn't tarnish your mother's life. She loves you more than anything and you know it."

Kendall smiled through tears, "I know. That is true." She placed her hands in a prayer formation. "Yet it wasn't like my dad was jumping for joy when he found out my mom was pregnant."

"He was selfish, Kendall. Nobody likes selfish people," he said. "And you committing suicide would be the most selfish thing to do."

"Yet, in some way, it would ease a burden for my parents."

"Hell no it wouldn't!" Andrew snapped angrily. "You'd only be creating an even more complicated burden."

"If you say so…"

End of Flashback

Andrew thought he had somehow helped cease the thought of suicide for his niece, but he hadn't. She ended up committing suicide that night by overdosing on some of his mother's pain medication. He woke up the next morning to a dead body wrapped in his embrace. And as much as it scared him, he liked to think that what Kendall had said about being incorrigible was true.

A black Tahoe pulled up in front of his house. Without thinking, he stood up to face the two people who exited the vehicle, Brooke and Lucas. Both were dressed in black attire, Brooke's face swollen and red from crying so hard.

"Hey," Andy said softly, embracing the woman in a hug. He was a few inches taller than her now, which scared the crap out of Brooke.

Brooke tried to smile through her tears, but it seemed that every time she looked at Andrew she saw the face of Kendall.

Releasing Brooke from his arms, Andrew watched as she continued inside. She was like a zombie, numb and cold. Losing Kendall had taken a lot out of her.

Looking back at Lucas Andrew felt like punching him. He could feel his fists tightening and for a second he could feel his left arm rising, but his brother pulling him into a hug prevented him from doing anything.

"Hey, buddy," Lucas, said nonchalantly.

Andrew pulled back from his outreach, flashing him the hardest look he could muster. "Don't talk to me, asshole." And with that, he walked inside.

A.N.: I hope that flashback was good. I wanted to get the point of why Kendall felt the need to stop living. Hope y'all like…drop me a line!