Author's note- I wrote this down absolutely ages ago, but that was when I didn't have a fanfiction account. So now I have decided to type it up and upload it, I hope you like. This may be triggering for some people. Reviews are greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer- I do not own Glee or any of the characters. I do own my computer, my coffee and my OC character Casey.
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Preface
I awoke to an empty house. Not an unusual thing for me. After around six months I have seemed to develop a routine of sorts: I wake up, get ready for school, go to school and work, come home, maybe eat and sleep. It seems easy; but it's not. You see, my parents died six months ago during a fatal car collision. I was at home at the time- so I only found out when these random people knocked on my door. They wanted to put me in a children's home-because I have no family- but I lied. I always did make a good liar; I got an old friend of mine to pose as my long lost family. He signed some papers and they bought it. My friend moved away though, so I'm on my own. But I have plenty of money, we were rather rich, and therefore my parents left behind a nice sum of cash to my name.
But I hate myself; everything about myself. I hate how fat I am, although people call me skinny, and I just hate myself. I hate how my parents died, and I was left behind- forgotten. I sat up in bed as a lone tear trickled down my cheek. I really couldn't do this; carry on every day as though nothing was wrong. No-one – not even the teachers- know that my parents are dead. So now I have to go on every day with a big smile on my face, I have to look happy when all I really want to do is to die.
My school, William McKinley, is okay; most students just ignore me or give me odd looks. The only highlight of my day is Glee club. I'm into that, singing and dancing; I joined just before my parents died, and it's one of the few things that keeps me going. I get along well with everyone there, especially Kurt and Blaine and Rachel. And I really like Mr Schuester; he is a brilliant singer, dancer and teacher. We get along pretty well for student and teacher- not in the weird way, but in the friendly way. He often asks if I'm alright, he notices more than anyone else does, and he notices how quiet I am sometimes. To be honest, I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing, because one day it may get me into trouble I don't want.
Still crying, I walk to the bathroom. I attempt to wipe the tears away, but they refuse to leave. Carefully, I roll up my sleeves. Just one more, I promise myself as I add to the red lines that already scatter my wrists. It's a promise that keeps getting broken.
But it's the only thing keeping me sane.
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