The good ones always die young. First Carlos, then Logan, and now, there was only one person left that was once part of the teen hit sensation Big Time Rush.
It had all happened so fast, he was out late to the 24/7 store to get some snacks, Sugar-free of course, when some street punk decided to bring pain to three families. The Kid needed money, and he had been at the wrong place at the wrong time.
According to the security tapes, the Kid hadn't intended to shoot him, he just wanted to scare the 39-year old who was trying to talk him out of doing stupid things, saying that he knew what stupid things where, and that he had done them himself a lot with his friends when he was younger.
The Gun had gone off, and had hit him in the chest, straight through the heart. Scared that he would go to jail if the other two people in the store would ID him, he shot them to. The Paramedics arrived to the scene to late, and James Diamond had bled to death.
Kendall stood at the grave of his last friend. He was alone now. After the death of Logan, Kendall had slowly been shutting himself off. Not even Katie or his Mother could get through to him. Only James. And now he was gone. And it was all his fault.
He should have gone with him. James asked him if he wanted to tag along, but Kendall refused, he hadn't really been outside in a while, and he didn't feel like going outside then. He should have. It should have been him in that coffin, in the Cold Minnesota ground.
He closed his eyes and dropped his head. He was all alone now. Opening his eyes again, he turned his head and his eyes trailed of the many tombstones. They had many shapes and sizes, all had different names on them. But there were two he knew by hearth. Carlos Garcia and Logan Mitchell.
A lone tear came out of his eye as he turned around, and walked away.