The pain was overwhelming. It had to stop!
Dave was sitting on the cold ground leaning on the metal pillar. His breath came out in cold burst, as he took the deep breaths to steady himself. He was going to do it. He was Fucking going to do it this time. He had to! He had already left the note, if he didn't do it this time then he would have to live with this agony every day for the rest of his life.
He couldn't deal with it anymore. His parents were religion zealous that would either kick him out or put him though convergence therapy, all the while thinking that their son, their big strong son is sick and going to hell.
If he came out to the school…He would be treated like a plague, or get his ass beat, he can even imagination some of his teammates killing him. It was easier this way. To do it himself that way no one would go to jail. No one would have to know his secret. It was sweetly easier.
But he did this, this final act for him.
He put his ipod on repeat he had picked out the song long ago. In a strange way it was comforting to hear the harse voice and they start to sing
The needles' breaking your skin
The scar is sinking in
And now your trip begins
But it's all over for, it's all over
For you, for you
When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over for you, for you
When you're on the edge and falling off
It's all over
He takes the razor lifts it to his wrist and slices the skin. The pain washes blissfull taking the physical pain over the emotion. He reaches over and slices the other wrist. He knows he that if he does bleed to death, at lease by the time they find him, he would have frozen to death instead.
He lay his arms on the ground just letting the blood flow out. Letting it drain out the pain, the confusing, leaving him only with one thought. Kurt.
As David Karofsky, football player and Hocky star slips into a state of unconsouiness he hear the lyrics
And now you're dead inside
Still you wonder why
It's all over
And now you're dead inside
Still you wonder why
It's all over.
Kurt Hummel felt like a idiot. He had total left his math book in his locker. He had a test on Monday and he had to study.
Enjoying the feel of the empty halls. He knew that he didn't have to worry about being pushed by the closeted football player. He quickly opened up his locker so that he came race home and finish planning his next trip to the mall with Blaine and Mercedes.
As the locker open a letter fell out. Quizzical, kurt picks it up. Scrolled on top was a hand writing that he wasn't familiar with. He opens it up, and starts to read it.
Kurt,
By the time you get this, I would have already done it. I want you to know that I am sorry! I am sorry for calling you all of the hurtful things, I am sorry that I would go out of my way to slam you up against the lockers. I am sorry that I had threatened you. I am sorry that I didn't tell you how I felt about you. I am sorry I couldn't man up and come out. I am sorry I never protected you. I am sorry for making you afraid. I am sorry that I could live without you. I am sorry Kurt so so sorry.
I am not sorry for kissing you, that I will take with me in death.
Please remember me. Please stop being afraid. and lastly can you tell the coach beast that I am behind the bleachers, that way my parents can bury me.
Love
Dave
Kurt just stared at the letter for a moment. Before the tears stringed his eyes. Before he knew Kurt was running he was running towards the field.
He came out screaming. "DAVE! DAVE WHERE ARE YOU!"
It took him a few minutes to find him. But there he was. Slouched against a pillar His lettermen's jacket was a few feet away and his arms where stained of red. Kurt was stunned but only for a second before he ran to the other boys aid.
Not once did Kurt think about his perfect outfit. Only cursing the fact that he had left his phone on his bed at home, and now he was in an empty school while Dave was bleeding to death.