I just watched the newest episode of Glee, so I'm literally shaking with excitement and I feel super ULTRA inspired. For those of you who are reading my other fic, I promise updates will come tomorrow, and for those of you who aren't, read it pleases!
Disclaimer: I am not even anywhere near owning Glee, and I'm going to leave it up to you to figure out who does, aside from Ryan-something, the director.
A whisper. A glance. A snicker. They may not have thought so, but David Karofsky noticed. Oh, yes, he noticed all right, and he felt like he was going to explode. Not with rage, or hate, or any other violent feelings. No, he couldn't blame them for hating them. Memories of his mother telling him he was diseased, or his father looking so ashamed with his head bowed. He wasn't going to explode with anger. He was going to explode with grief.
Walking into the boys' locker room, he noticed odd stare coming from all directions. Time seemed to go half its normal speed as the realization set in. Looking across the room, he finally saw it. The word 'fag' was splayed across his locker in hot pink spray paint. He tried to hold it in, but it was happening. The explosion.
The other boys began laughing. Feeling his inner self dissolve, slave to his sorrow, David crumpled from the inside out. Fiery tears stung his eyes as he turned around and slowly walked back out of the room. Not caring who noticed, he walked out the front doors of the school and up to his car. With shaking hands, he unlocked and started it, making his way home. The tears never stopped.
The ground seemed so far away from his position on the chair, but the belt was already around his neck and his first foot had already stepped off. For a split second, he almost doubted himself, but it melted away as quickly as it had started. In his mind, it felt like a giant leap, but in truth, it was only one step. One last step.