I'm so sorry, I haven't updated anything in so long, so much has been going on. I've been really busy and stressed with school, then on Monday I found out my Cat might have cancer... it's just been stressful. I'm sorry this is short, but I feel like an ass for not updating in like a month, so I hope this isn't a bad chapter. And sorry for any mistakes I didn't catch!

Kendall stared down at his bloody arm, sniffling as he wiped the tears from his eyes. After a few moments of silence, a sick smile crept across his pale lips as he leaned his head against the cold bathroom walls. He loved this feeling. He loved the feeling as the blade glided across his fair skin, the stinging sensation after he pulled it away and the rush he felt as the blood started to flood out the cut. The thing he loved most, the thing he was addicted to, was the sense of relief.

Every self-inflicted wound brought him to a place of complete bliss. It was his escape from the hell he had to call reality. Cutting let him venture off to his own place in his mind, a place were he knew he'd be safe, and nothing could ever hurt him. The world just disappeared, like nothing even mattered when it was just him and his blade.

Kinda ironic, huh? Hurting yourself to escape pain.

Kendall laughed to himself, he didn't understand the concept, but it worked, so why give up on the one thing that you know will always be stable in life. The one thing that you know will always be there for you.

The blonde boy almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the frantic pounding on the door. The banging knocked him out of his paradise and crashed him into his sick reality. As he looked around he started to realize when he was and quickly jumped up. He shoved the sharp metal blade back into his wallet and stood up, quickly making his way to the sink to rinse of the fresh and drying blood on his wrist.

The knocking started to become faster and louder, the boy could of sworn it was the sound of his heart beat speeding up at the risky situation he was in. The possibility of who it could be scared the shit out of him. What if it was the principle or a teacher? They'd have to tell his mom and he couldn't hurt his mom like that, she couldn't see the broken boy he really was. When the voice behind the door spoke he relaxed some, but became panicked again when he heard the concern in the teens voice.

"Kendall! Kendall, are you okay? Open the door Kendall, please", Logan said, continuing to bang on the locked door.

When James saw Kendall run off he knew he had to tell Logan, cause he knew how much the shorter brunette liked Kendall. He didn't mind that Logan had a crush on the kid. James was never one of the people who found pleasure from picking on the blonde boy. Plus, James already knew Logan had liked Kendall before he even told him. After twelve years of being best friends, you learn to read each other and see right through each other.

The blonde started to tremble as he scrubbed the wounds faster and harder, only causing them to bleed more from the intense pressure being rubbed against them. He stopped when he realized that it was no use, he just had to get out of there, he couldn't let Logan Mitchell see him like this. Kendall grabbed his bag off the floor and grabbed a few of the paper towels, placing them against his still bleeding wrist. When he reached the door he sighed and unlocked it. Logan hurried inside as soon as the door flew open, but Kendall did the exact opposite.

Kendall ran out of the restroom before Logan or James had time to resister that he just flew past him or to think about where he could be going. The shorter brunette noticed and was about to chase after the blonde, but stopped when he noticed something laying on the floor. He picked it up and examined it, it was Kendall's jacket. Logan filled with anger as he noticed the red liquid on it. The first thing that came to mind was Dak and Steve.

Those fuckers did this to him, Logan thought.

The thought of them hurting Kendall filled his veins with rage. He wanted to beat the living hell out of the two, but he had to check on Kendall, he had to make sure his gorgeous, blonde, lad partner was okay. He didn't want anyone to hurt him and he knew he'd get his revenge on his two other team mates.

What Logan would have never guessed though, was that the blood on the jacket wasn't from the two hockey heads. The only damage they caused were a few bruises and a busted lip. Kendall was the reason for the blood, and Logan would have never thought it was from the angels addiction to watch himself bleed.

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The broken boy slammed the door behind him as he enter his house. He couldn't care about the trouble he could get in from skipping his last classes, all he wanted was to get home. He quickly made his way up the stairs and ran to his bathroom. He didn't bother closing the door, everyone was at school or work anyway, no one would see him and his wounds.

The blonde opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out he required materials he knew he needed to clean up the mess he'd made. He winced as he pulled the paper towels off his wrist, the rough material was sticking to his skin. Kendall bit his lower lip as he pulled it off, they we're deep, but the bleeding was starting to decrease. Thank god, he couldn't go to the emergency room, they'd call child services and he couldn't lose his mother or sister.

As he finished cleaning the wounds he heard the front door shut from down stairs, his eyes widened. Who the hell would be home?

"Kendall? Kendall, sweetie, are you okay?", his mother called, dropping her stuff on the table and heading up the stairs.

Kendall quickly shoved all of the bottles into the cabinet and ran to his room. As he searched for his jacket, he realized he'd forgotten it in the bathroom at school.

"Shit...", he murmurer to himself.

He went into his closet and grabbed the first sweat shirt he found and pulled it over his head. Jennifer entered the room and looked at he son, her eyes filled with worry.

"I got off early today and I saw your car in the drive way as I was pulling up. I got worried... are you okay, sweetie?"

Kendall smiled and nodded his head. He didn't want his mom to worry, he hated when he caused her any type of stress and it killed him to see her hurt.

"Yeah, mom, I'm okay. I just started to feel a little nauseous in P.E so I decided to come home... I'm sorry... are you mad?"

"Oh god no, honey", she smiled, walking over and hugging her son,"You know how I am, I was assuming something bad happened. I need to stop being so protective over you and Katie. I just can't help it though, I just can't bare the thought of losing one of you, or one of you getting hu-"

"Mom", Kendall said, cutting her off ,"I know, but I like it. I'd rather have you be over protective, than not care at all. I love you."

"I love you too", she pulled away from Kendall and kissed his head, "Can you pick up Katie still though? I gotta run a few errands and pick up some groceries for dinner."

"Of course", the blonde forced a smile, which immediately fell after his mom left the room.

He didn't mind picking up Katie, that's not the reason he forced the expression. He knew how much his mom loved him and his baby sister. He knew how far she would go to protect them, but knowing that the only two people she had to protect him from were two people she loved... that killed him.

The man she loved so much and called her husband and her very own flesh and blood, her son. Those we're the only predators she'd have to fight off and that was one of the things that troubled Kendall the most. His mom wanted to protect him, but how do you protect your son, when you have to save him from the man you love?

More importantly, how do you protect him from himself?