Sam was sitting between his younger siblings, reading them a bedtime story when his phone rang. He dug it out of his pocket, seeing that his boyfriend was calling. Placing the book down, he answered. "Hey baby." On the other end, he could hear Blaine sniffling.
"Sammy…" Blaine paused, "I can't do this anymore."
"I don't understand baby. What exactly can't you do anymore," Sam asked, worry evident in his tone.
"This… Everything… LIVING! I can't do it. I don't want to." He coughed before quietly adding, "I'm not going to."
Alarmed, Sam covered the speaker on his phone and told his siblings that he would be back later to finish his story. He walked out of the room, inhaled deeply, and then turned his attention back to Blaine. "Blaine, why- why don't you want to live anymore?" He was pretty sure he knew why, but needed verbal confirmation to determine what his next move would be.
"Sam, I feel so worthless. It doesn't help that my mother tells me how much she hates me when she's sober enough to notice that I'm even around. She blames me for my dad leaving. Sammy, I didn't make him leave. I remember, he came into my room and held me. He told me that I had to be a good boy and he loved me so much, but he had to go away. Had to get away from her. He wanted to take me, but he knew she would never let him," his voice cracked.
"I know baby. He loved you so much. You did absolutely nothing wrong," Sam cooed.
"She uh, she started beating me again. I haven't known what to do, because as much as she physically and psychologically abuses me, I still love her." Blaine began sobbing.
The tears that had been pooling in Sam's eyes finally fell. "Why didn't you tell me? You know that you can tell me anything."
"I didn't want you to constantly worry about me. I stopped feeling pain after the fifth time she did it. I felt like I deserved it. You are the only person in my life that I can positively say makes me feel that I am cared about, worthy of the air I breath, and loved unconditionally. Sam, you are my best friend, my love, my entire world. You will always be that for me, and as much as it pains me to say it, the good does not outweigh the bad in this situation. I love you so much Sam. I'm sorry."
Before Sam could attempt to talk Blaine off the ledge, he hung up. Sam tried to call him back, but it went to voicemail. The thought of having lost Blaine permanently had Sam sprinting out of his house, yelling to his parents that he had to go check on Blaine.
Blaine took the folded paper that he had been holding on to, and placed it in an envelope along with a picture of Sam and him laughing in his backyard. On the other side of the envelope, he wrote For Sammy, kissed it, and walked out of his bedroom.
He walked into the bathroom between his room and his mother's, going straight for the medicine cabinet. Quickly, he looked at its contents, and found the Diazepam, Oxycodone, and Chlordiazepoxide he'd hoped would still be in there. Blaine poured several of each into his hand and proceeded to look under the sink for the bleach.
Before he could bring himself to think about the one person he would be hurting the most, Blaine shoved the pills into his mouth, using the bleach to wash them down. He could feel his heart rate slowing down. He felt his body giving in, shutting down completely. Blaine collapsed onto the floor, hitting his head on the sink in the process, with one thought running through his mind.
Sam.