Some things are worth fighting for.
"But I am not having a disgrace that that in this family!"
Little did they know that Blaine could hear them. They thought he was a disgrace to the family! The tears came falling thick and fast. I tiptoed back up to my room, the room they thought I was in. I couldn't think of a reason to stay alive.
"Sir! I am not changing with HIM in the same room! I don't want HIM staring at my junk!"
The teacher sighed.
"Blaine, would you mind changing in the office please."
I slowly picked up my things and walked with my head hanging through the door and into the cold office where the staff would watch me uncomfortably. I could feel every single pair of eyes following the back of my neck. I knew I would pay later when the other boys fists met my face.
I look into the distance. The train is coming. I take a breath and look down at the tracks bellow me. If I jump now, it will hit me square. Or I can wait and jump then. At least then there will be nothing left of me. No one would be able to tell the scrambled mess was me. I walk right up to the edge and prepare myself. I screw my eyes up tight.
Now I can see a face. A prefect face smiling at me, inside my head. It was a perfect face with a voice to match. The voice is telling me to walk away; to come to him and ask if they can deal with it together. To deal with it together like we had before. It was different now I was at Dalton and I had so many friends now…I had acceptance. But they had found me. They where driving me back inside my head. Back to where I was before.
I stepped backwards. I turned to my car and strode towards it. I seem to be smiling. I can only think of one thing. I think I can live… if he is in my life. I get into my car. I am sitting there grinning like a fool before a single word escapes from my bruised lips:
"Kurt"
I laugh softly.
"Kurt"