Warning: Rape, language, suicide, badboy Blaine, amnesia-ish Blaine, badboy-ish Kurt, name calling, hate crime, based on 'at the end of the road', childhood friends, AU, and any other's I can think of will be posted in later chapters

My second fanfiction that I hope you enjoy! And don't worry, I am still working on I'll Follow You, hopefully I can post the next chapter soon!

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Chapter 1: Suicide

A dark room silenced by the darkness, where the only sounds comes from a boy cries.

'No'.

The boy crashes into a shelf and falls back in pain. The boy tries to scream for help, for them to stop, for them to let him go. But was only gripped by the collar of his shirt and shoved back against the shelf again, the boy's head banging against the cold metal. The boy wailed in pain from the hit and looked up seeing a menacing person strangling him from being able to escape. The boy's eyes widen fear as he saw the person's hand slowly went to grip his hair.

'No!' the boy thought and tried to struggle only to pinned down by two other people harshly gripping both of his arms locking them to the floor.

"Haha, look at him. He's such a fucking slut." Came the voice of another boy who was straddling him.

"And we all know sluts just love to get fucked, especially when they're fags." He said and unbuckled the boy's pants and ripped it off of him. The boy tried to scream in protest but was muffled by a hand over his mouth.

"Is anyone filming this?"

"Yeah I am! I want to get a good angle of this!"

"Haha! Good, just look at his ass and how it just devours my cock."

"Shit, dude! Is his ass better than a pussy?"

"Yeah, it's tighter than a pussy. It just feels like he's gripping me to no end. Fuck it's so good."

"Shit that's hot. I'm going to go next, but first I want him to taste my cock."

"Uhg! This is so fucking good! No wonder he's such slutty whore!"

"Fuck, I'm coming!"

"Does anyone want to use him anymore?"

"Nay, I'm pretty bored. Hey do you guys want to get someone to eat? I'm starving."

"Yeah, sure. Let's go, besides it stinks in here." The group of boys left not even paying attention to the lifeless body lying on the ground.

The boy laid there still, not moving. He stayed there, staring at the darkness covering the ceiling. Slowly trying to get up, the boy pressed his back against the metal shelf for support only to be met with pain from his back. The boy stayed there his lifeless eyes staring at his bruised body when a tear fell from his eyes. The boy sobbed to himself from the pain and anguish he finally felt after he got forcefully used repeatedly. The boy put two of his fingers into his mouth and gaged himself vomiting up the semen he was forced to swallow. After vomiting everything out of the boy's stomach, the boy then proceeded to do the same thing to his ass. Shoving two fingers into his ass the boy squirted out the semen that was shoved in.

Slowly getting up the boy whipped his mouth with his shirt and tried to put on his pants that were ripped off of him. Getting dressed, the boy looked at the dark room. The smell of sex, semen, and vomit started to spread as the boy left.

Walking out of the room the air was cold, but it did not seem to be noticed by the boy. He continued to walk in this haze of lifeless movement. Only wearing a shirt and pants the boy did not know where he was going. He continued to walk not paying any attention to the time or the things around him.

Here he stood at the highway of car lights flashing all coming from one side to another. Slowly getting to the edge of the highway the boy waited standing there for the perfect time to move. And when the time came, the boy took one step on the highway road his face emotionless, his eyes black holding no regrets. As truck lights came flashing widely on the highway.

'I want to die'

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Dark brown eyes popped open as Blaine gets up gasping in fear. Blaine sat up on his bed his heart beating widely, racing and pounding in his chest. Blaine wiped the sweat from his face with his shirt trying to cool himself down from his dream.

'Was that a dream?' Blaine thought taking deep breathes in and out from his panting. Blaine thought back to the dream and saw the person getting slammed by a truck.

'What kind of shitty dream was that?' Blaine thought feeling chills down his spine just at the memory of it.

"It felt so realistic that I actually thought I was going to get hit by that truck." Blaine whispered to himself feeling himself calm down.

Blaine sighed and rubbed his eyes from sleep, 'On top of that, it was a guy that I didn't even know. Is it because I've been too tired lately? Or is my day going to be as shitty as that dream? I should be careful today' Blaine thought to himself grabbing his phone from the bookshelf table. Blaine turned on his phone and checked the time and seeing it was 6:00am.

"Fuck!" Blaine yelled jumping off the bed and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth and to take a quick piss. Blaine brushed his brown flat hair with his finger getting out the tangles and quickly put on his clothes that he picked up from the ground and ran out of his apartment.

"Ah, fuck I'm going to be late!" Blaine said frustratingly rushing to catch the bus to work.

18 years. That's how long Blaine has been living his shitty of his so called life in boring Westerville Ohio. As a child, Blaine essentially grew up without a family. Blaine's mother abandon him left her only son into poverty and with an abusive father. And then Blaine's father left him right after his mother with no regrets. Both parents left Blaine all alone and didn't even give him a second thought.

As a child who was left with nothing, Blaine was tough and knew what to do. When Blaine was 13 he dropped out of middle school and worked his ass off to pay off the debt his family got into from his father's gambling problems. Blaine did everything he could to survive and to keep on living and everyday felt like Blaine was busy struggling to survive working like a dog.

Blaine got off the bus from Westerville to Columbus and went to a grocery store to change clothes for his uniform to start his first part-time job. Working for the first four hours of his part-time job at the grocery store did Blaine then have to catch the next bus to his second part-time job at the garage. Blaine usually worked as a desk office, but sometime his boss would let him work on cars when it was a busy day. And after his part-time job there, did he have to catch another bus as a waiter at a popular restaurant in Columbus. Blaine liked working at the restaurant because they give him free food so he wouldn't have to make himself dinner and sometimes when it was a busy night he will work in the kitchen to help get food out. But Blaine's favorite part of the restaurant is when he gets to perform. On Friday nights Blaine gets to sing and play as people listen to him and cheer for him. Preforming was always a special talent Blaine secretly loved, plus he gets more money too when people tip him.

Yep, Blaine's life was consisted of work and saving money to pay off his debt. Working 3 part-time jobs wasn't bad for Blaine especially when he gets to catch his last bus to the gym for his fourth part-time job. The gym is called Dolton and it's like a second home for Blaine. The owner of the Gym, Quinn, always liked Blaine when they first met because of Blaine's strong and stubborn personality.

Blaine dodged the punch coming from his left and took a step with his left foot to punch the person straight in the face. The man fell back covering his mouth with his hand as Blaine went back into his stance ready to continue fighting.

"Okay, okay. Stop that's enough Blaine." Quinn said stopping the boxing match.

Blaine stopped and panted feeling the adrenalin rush in his body and got out of the ring. Blaine took of his gloves and head piece and wiped the sweat off his face and took a sip of water before Quinn came over to him. After a stressful and hardworking day did Blaine really enjoy coming to Dalton to fight it all out.

"I'm just so surprised by how you got better again," Quinn said smiling at Blaine, "I just don't know how you do it Blaine and I didn't even teach you how to box."

Blaine lightly laughed smiling back at Quinn. Quinn to Blaine was always like a father-figure. Though Quinn didn't act like it, Blaine values their friendship because it's the only one that he can trust.

"That's because I've been fighting for the past few years." Blaine said taking another sip of water.

"But seriously Blaine, people like you are hard to come by. Normally most of the guys that don't know a thing about boxing who want a part time job here quit right away," Quinn said, "You were different from your first boxing fight. You were such a tough kid who kept on getting up again and again no matter how much you got punched or kicked." Quinn laughed remembering the face on Blaine's first boxing partner who had the look of pure fear when Blaine would not fall down.

"Here is your pay today." Quinn said handing the money to Blaine who took it with gratitude.

"Thanks Quinn." Blaine said.

"Are you still not interested in actually training here properly?" Quinn asked.

"I'll think about it when I can actually afford to." Blaine said awkwardly hating when he has to share his money problems with Quinn who knew how Blaine was dealing with his family's debt.

"That's a shame; tough guys like you are rare." Quinn said leaving Blaine who just lightly laughed.

Blaine looked down at the money and smiled with pride. Soon Blaine will be able to finish paying off all of his family loans.

'Well no matter how shitty my life is, it will get better some day for sure' Blaine thought walking down the dark streets of Columbus after finishing his time at the gym, it was time to go home and sleep.

The streets were crowded with young people from Ohio State since Dalton was in the down part of town where lots of young people usually go to hang out or party. Blaine continued to walk minding his own business ignoring the people passing him.

'I should start to plan for what I'm going to do after I pay off all the debt' Blaine thought, 'The only thing I can do is boxing so it'll be a good idea to go that route'.

Blaine glanced as he saw college students all laughing as they walked down the streets, smiles on all of their faces as they were talking about a class they were all taking that semester.

Blaine stopped and stared at them thinking, 'I was so focused on getting through every day without starving and forgot that it was my dream to go to college at NYADA when I was young'.

Blaine looked away from them and continued walking, "How can going to college be your dream? I don't have that kind of money or even talent." Blaine murmured to himself.

"Though maybe doing an online class would be nice, that way I can get an actual full on job than these part-times. Besides, maybe school wouldn't be that bad?" Blaine said to himself seeing the flash go white for people to cross. Blaine walked across the street thinking more about school.

'What will happen though? Whatever I do, the problem will always be money, but I don't need to work no my day and night jobs then. It'll be tight, but if I remain as diligent as I am right now, it'll work out' Blaine thought and stopped walking as he turned to look at the flash shining on him and seeing a truck coming right at him before everything went black.

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Just what did I do wrong?

I thought that I was careful since I had that kind of dream and all – but the only thing I did wrong was get distracted by my future plans for just a bit, but having to experience something exactly like that dream

Of course my life is a shitty one with no hopes of getting better after all

But I still want to live

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'Light? What is that, huh?'

Blaine groaned in pain and slowly sat up.

"What?" Blaine said his voice rough and slowly looking at his surroundings, "Is this the hospital?"

Blaine rubbed his temples trying to clear his foggy mind.

'What the hell? I… am I alive?' Blaine thought staring at the window next his bed and seeing his reflection.

Blaine stared at it with a blank face.

"What?" Blaine whispered and touched his face.

Blaine immediately whipped his head around looking around seeing if the reflection in the window was someone behind him but there wasn't anyone there. Blaine looked back at the window at his reflection.

"Who the fuck are you?" Blaine whispered touching his face again.

Blaine jolted out of the bed and rushed to find the nearest bathroom. Getting inside Blaine saw his face clearly.

'No way. No way. No way! No fucking way!' Blaine thought rushing to the sink counter and seeing his face, 'I-is this the really me?' Blaine stared at his face and seeing it different from his own. Compared to Blaine this face is tan and smooth from his pale and rough skin. This person's eyebrows are way bigger too and are triangles and what the fuck is on top of his head? A bird's nest? Blaine's hair in his original body was straight and brown! Not black! Plus this body is shorter than Blaine's original body, by several inches.

'This face – it's definitely the one I saw in that weird dream' Blaine thought.

"What the hell is going on? It doesn't feel like a dream, but this kind of stuff only happens in the shittest dreams!" Blaine said leaning against the bathroom wall. Blaine took deep breathes to calm himself.

"Calm down Blaine, calm down," Blaine said, "remember what happened." And the first thought Blaine got was getting hit by a truck.

"Okay, getting hit by a truck was definitely not a dream. Then how? What the fuck happened after the accident?" Blaine said. He looked at his hands and started to think even more.

"Maybe my face got all fucked up so they had to do plastic surgery on it? That can't be it. But this doesn't make any sense, I – I actually went into this guy's body?" Blaine said confused.

"How the fuck? This really doesn't make any fucking sense. But the fact that I'm in this guy's body right now means that the accident I saw in my dream actually happened, right? Even so, why did I have to come into this guys body?!" Blaine said frustratingly walking back to his room and into his bed.

"Is it because we both got hit by a truck? Or because I thought I wanted to live after all so I got a second chance? Arg, but what about the guy who wanted to die?! No what about my body? What happened to it?!" Blaine said confusingly tugging on his hair.

"I'm confused. What the actual fuck am I supposed to do?" Blaine said to himself tugging more on his hair and fell back on his bed.

"Fuck. There's no way I'll get a solution by just laying down and thinking about it." Blaine said, "Right. The only thing I can do right now is going along with this joke of a situation."

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