Disclaimer: I don't own BTR...

Kendall's POV:

Maybe I imaged the thing with James' eyes, but he acted strange.

He stood in the kitchen and held something in his hands.

I walked over to him ans saw that he was playing with a knife.

"What are you doin there?" I asked. "Nothing!" he answered. "Could you please go to sleep? I'm going crazy!"

He threw the knife in the air and catched it.

"You've been acting strange the whole day." "I'm not acting strange." he said. "Just saying. I'm worried about you!"

He smiled, but that smile creeped me out.

He turned the knife between his fingers again.

"You should stop worrying about me!" he said.

Then I felt something hit my head and everything went black.

James' POV:

I looked shocked at my hand which held the knife and then to Kendall who was lying on the ground.

I placed the knif on the table and kneeled beside Kendall's motionless form.

He was knocked out.

I put my arms around him.

"I'm sorry!" I whispered.

I heard footsteps and saw Logan coming towards the kitchen.

"What happend?" he asked. "He slipped and hit his head." I said. "What am I talking about?" I asked myself. "I didn't want to say that."

I picked Kendall up and carried him to our room.

I lied him onto his bed.

"I'm sorry! I don't know what got into me." I whispered in his ear.