Necklace of Rope
Inspired by the song the Hanging Tree from Mockingjay part 1. I am so sorry about this. Trigger warning.
It had been a week. Seven days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. 604,800 seconds. Since they'd found out.
It was funny. Before seconds had seemed so short. Blink and you'd miss them. Now they dragged on for eternities.
He deserved this. But he couldn't take it. He was a coward.
Kurt had dealt with this for months. He had been responsible for it. Now he was getting a taste of his own medicine and he couldn't even last a week without giving up.
He was disgusting. Maybe his dad was right. Maybe there was something wrong with him. Maybe he'd be doing the world a favour.
He was impatient, frustrated. He didn't even know why.
The images were burned into his brain. He was losing his mind. They just kept flashing up before his eyes. He started checking his Facebook regularly, he didn't want to miss anything. Maybe that made him crazy, maybe he was just a masochist.
"Homo"
"Queer"
"Fag"
"Go back in the closet"
"Kill yourself. You'd be making the world a better place."
He saw the team shoving him against the lockers, beating him up so he couldn't play. They refused to play with him, saying that he'd try to infect them. He got kicked off the team.
Kurt wouldn't answer his calls. He deserved it. He didn't deserve forgiveness. Kurt would be happy if he died, they all would. Maybe he should do something right for once.
It was the cowards' way out, but he had always been a coward. He'd let his fear of his sexuality being discovered taint him, make him inhumane. They say what goes around comes back around, and now he was experiencing the perfect example of karma.
He couldn't take another second.