:) My first Glee FF! I'm surprised it took so long considering how much I love Glee. This song was inspired by many things, this particular chapter by the horror movie 'Horsemen' and the scene where the one boy tried to cut out his heart. It just reminded me so much of poor Kurt.
Warning: This story contains graphic details of suicide, rape, and abuse. Also some language.
Prologue
When Burt Hummel walked into his house that evening he knew something was horribly wrong. All the lights had been turned off and there was a thick metallic scent in the air. There was no dinner on the stove and no note from Kurt saying that he had gone out. Most oddly though… There was no music playing in the house. The high voice that was always singing in the evening when Burt came back from work was missing.
"Kurt?" He called out anxiously.
There was no reply, just the endless eerie silence.
Quickly, the middle aged man opened the door to his only son's basement bedroom. The rusty smell he had noticed when he came in the house became much stronger. Thundering down the stairs he tried to remain calm. Kurt was probably just sleeping or listening to his headphones. Nothing had happened to him, this was just an overreaction. As he entered the room though he knew he was sadly mistaken.
Burt had just walked into every parent's nightmare. What was once a pristine white and grey room was now a gruesome mess. A huge pool of blood covered almost the entire space. Splatters of the same scarlet substance were on the walls and furniture. In the center of the room though was the truly terrifying and heartbreaking sight though.
Pale and unmoving lay Kurt Hummel, his chest carved wide open displaying his insides. His ribs were cracked and various organs could be seen. In his hand was a buzz saw.
He let out an anguished cry as he dropped to his knees by his precious son's side. Tears poured down his face as he gingerly pulled the petite boy into his lap. Sobs racked his body and he cried out his misery. The pain of a parent who had lost their child. He pushed back the blood matted hair and stroked the soft porcelain face. So cold, his usually warm and bright Kurt was cold as ice. He was never going to see his son's beautiful smile again. He would never hear his sweet voice when he sang.
"Kurt… why Kurt?" He lament echoed through the dark house, as Burt held his only son, his pride and joy now dead. He held onto Kurt, who hours ago had attempted to cut out his own heart.