Hey! I'm really sorry! I've had the first few lines of this lying about for a while, but I didn't know what to do! So I stayed up till 4am last night writing, and I now know what to do!
Now I'm going to post one more chapter in this story, and them post a follow up!
Sooooo this isn't the end of Kendall and his *cough* problem!
I hope you enjoy it ...

Silence fell on the room, and gained enough velocity to leave a ringing in my ears. The only sound which could be heard was my Mom's breath, as she steadily took in some of the air which surrounded her, and then exhaling, turning that oxygen into carbon dioxide. Changes like these was simple, but the ones happening in my head at the same time was much more complex than the ones which was happening throughout her body, which was so small her brain didn't just register what was happening, it was normal.

The things happening in my head wasn't normal. It wasn't a regular occurrence which happened throughout everyone. It was something I had to face alone, and put on a brave face for all of the people surrounding me. I couldn't hurt them like I was hurting inside, it just wasn't fair.

Even though I was still in the room, and I was still full aware of the actions which was being made around me, I wasn't there. I was merely just flesh compiled on a hard bed. I was a shadow of my former self.

As I closed my eyelids, memories from my past started to play before my eyes. The darkness of my mind shifted into light as the colours of tainted memories swirled before me & focused into life. The colours merged together to form the neon lights and colours of my past.

My heart sank and thumped against my ribcage. Two years. Two years is all it took for me to become the mess of a person I am today.

A film played before me in my head. I had no other choice but to watch the characters transformation before my very eyes.

Once he was happy. He was like every other regular guy who enjoyed playing hockey with his best friends, and wanted to be the best he could be. He went to a regular school and was enjoying his life. He wasn't popular, but he wasn't a geek. he got good grades but no one teased him. Everyone knew that if they did, his three best friends would have his back and they would restore peace in the dingy school corridors.

This all changed after one day when his Mom and little sister was out, the house phone rang. The boy picked it up. Words of terror, pain, and misery was uttered into the teens ears from a voice which was too familiar. Silent tears fell down the boys cheeks as the mysterious voice kept filling the boys perfect world with terror, and showed him into a world in which fear was around the corner.

The boy put down the phone. That wasn't enough to stop the man from making the boys life a living hell. For the next 6 months the phone calls began more frequently. They started at once a week to fear the boy, yet then they became every 2-3 days. They was always around the same time, but for some reason, the man knew when the boys family was out. It was like they was stalking them.

The months turned into a year. One year to be exact. The boy became paranoid. His paranoia started taking over his life. He wasn't the same, yet he stayed strong for his family, who was still in the dark about the whole situation.

He felt alone. He had no where to turn. He was a shadow of his former self.

All until one night ...

One night he was dragged out by his friends to a house party. He was young and easily impressionable. He was forced into a world full of bright colours, laughter, and everything he had been missing out on in the past 12 months. As the house was trashed, he was able to be carefree for a few hours, and let go of the world he was forced to latch onto just for a while.

Going to these parties became more of a regular occurrence for the boy, yet as time went by his friends didn't go with him, yet he continued to mask the pain the way he started it. Alone. The more he was alone, the more people started to befriend him and get to know the guy. The people who wanted to befriend him wasn't like his best friends. They didn't know him. They didn't like him. they didn't even want him there. they just wanted to use him. They used him like the boy was being used by the man, except the boy was willing to go into this scary place himself, in which the darkness was disguised by loud music and party lights.

These people thought it would be funny to do something to the boy. Little did they know this would fuel the boys addiction, and would help him instead of driving him away from them. They gave him something. Something small. Something life changing. Something compact. Something awful. A pill.

They forced him to have it. As the effects of the pill grew stronger and stronger, he was freer than he ever was before. The boy began to crave the effects of the pills, and began to have more and more. Somehow he still managed to hide his addiction and pain from his friends and family. They didn't know about his struggle, but he knew he couldn't tell them about the man now. It was too late. He was in too deep.

As time went on, the mysterious man became frequently in contact with the boy, noting things the boy had done through out the day. The boy kept taking more and more drugs as his last resort, as the mystery man began to text the boy. His every move was noted by him. The boy did everything to blend in, but nothing worked.

16 months after he received his first phone call, the man revealed himself. It was the boy's father. The boy began to recollect memories from the past, which made him become more scared of the man, and began to do everything which was humanly possible for him to escape from reality.

This all changed as the boy was offered a life changing opportunity, yet there was still something missing in his life. As he moved to L.A with his friends and closest family, he still needed the escape of drugs which was becoming more hard to get.

As the months flew by, the boy would often use the excuse 'I'm going to the rink.' which wasn't a lie. He was going to the rink ... after he had got his fix of his favourite pills. Whilst taking the pills and skating on the ice, he felt like nothing could bring him down.

He had briefly escaped the man, or his Father, by changing his phone, but still that wasn't enough to stop him from getting contact with the boy in more ways. His life was becoming like it was, and nothing could stop it.

As the picture faded to black, my eyes opened widely. 'So?' my Mom cried, trying to fight back the tears in her eyes. I sighed. I knew this is when things was going to get difficult.

So what do you think?
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(I love you all for reading this far!)