"Do you know about the old man that lives at Mayflower street?" "You mean the hermit?" -
"But Bobby, Momma told us not to go anywhere near this house, there is an old creepy man living there!" "Come one Lizzy, He can't hurt us"
He knew about the things that were being said about him, but he didn't care. He stopped caring what people said about him a long time ago. He stopped caring about everything a long time ago. He was 98 now, and he had nothing to look back to.
"I knew that man when he was a teenager, not much older then you Charlie" "But Grandma, he scares me" "Oh honey, It's not his fault, bad things just happened to him when he was younger. He is not the Kendall Knight he was when he was 16"
He was 98, which meant it had been 82 years since he had last seen his friend Carlos. 72 years since he last heard his friend Logan trying to Doctor him, and 59 Years since he had last smelled James' Cuda man spray.
"He used to be in a band you know, Your Grandfather and I where big fans. But then one of his friends, one of his band members died and they quit"
He was like a hermit. After the death of James, he had lost all contact to the outside world. He knew his mother had died when he was 45, and that Katie was mother of 3 and grandmother of 6. He had no idea if she was still alive, he didn't know if any of the people he knew back then where still around. He just didn't care.
"He took the death of his friends hard, he was never the same after that, he blamed himself for all their deaths, and it ate him inside"
It was late at night. He hadn't been out in a very long time. All the things he needed, he ordered and got delivered at home. But now, he was outside, walking the dark and deserted streets of his Hometown in Minnesota. He knew the route he was taking by heart, he had walked it three times in his past.
The gates where closed, but it didn't stop him from entering the cemetery. He walked past the tombstones. Over the years they had grown in numbers, and some of them had been moved or removed. He stopped and looked at three of the stones. He had never thought about it but when he saw them like that, he noticed that his three friends were buried almost right next to each other.
"Hey Guys" He hesitated. His voice had grown old, just as his body, and he hadn't talked much over the years so he had to get used to his own voice again. He said nothing after that, he just watched. After a while, he felt tired and sat down against a tombstone.
He closed his eyes, and the next morning he would be found by the graveyard gardener. His body already cold and Hard, a picture of four teenage boys in his hands and leaned against a tombstone with the inscription: Here lies James Diamond, Friend, Brother, and everything more. It was a Big Time Rush And next to two tombstones that had the same inscription, just with different names.
No one would come to his funeral, everyone he knew was dead. But he didn't mind. Coz the moment he had died, he had seen his friends again. They where all looking like they where 16 again, and where smiling at him. And he smiled back. For the first time in years, Kendall Knight smiled. And that is how he died. Smiling, and in company of his Brothers.