A/N: Hey! So this is the other story that I mentioned in my last update.. Just a warning this is EXTREMELY depressing and I apologize about that... Just to tell you guys, I am NOT suicidal and I have no idea what it feels like do cut yourself because I am an extremely happy person :D I wrote this after my last Dobby silly-band snapped...I was literally on the phone when I wrote this and it's only like two and a quarter pages long...I was considering doing this story about Blaine but I could NEVER kill Blaine...I just love him too much! Gosh I need to shut the hell up! Happy reading!

I clutch the razor blade in my hand and sigh. I look at the crumpled piece of paper with tiny blood stains and black ink scribbled all over it. I take one last look at my final goodbye.

I'm life is just too painful for this. Dad,I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry about being gay. I know that I hurt you when i came out. Carole, you were a great mother figure and I wish I could spend more time with you. Finn, in case you hadn't noticed,I've always had a crush on you. And I love you:I'm sorry. Lastly,Blaine.I love you so much and you actually made me happy. I'll miss you baby. Goodbye everyone.

I take a deep breath. The razor blade glints in the fluorescent light in my bathroom. I brace myself for my coming fate. I grip the small piece of metal tightly and bring it to my bare wrist. I cut a thin line on the exposed skin and wince. Scarlet liquid drips onto the linoleum floor. I think of who will find me here. Will it me dad? Or Carole of Finn? I hope to Gaga that it won't be Blaine. I cut deeper and feel an unbearable pain. I make a choked scream. I don't want to make too much noise in case anyone comes home.

I keep cutting. This time,faster and harder. I just want this to be 'd going fast and I see the red liquid stain my white Alexander MQueen skinny jeans. I'm bleeding out. Not only can i see it, but I can feel it too. Darkness is slowly approaching. I cut the hardest and deepest and I feel a vein be severed. I scream out in agony. I'm too weak to hold my razor, so it drops to the door with a small clanging noise.

I collapse in my pool of blood and stare blankly at the bottle of pain killers next to my face. The floor is cold and sticky from my blood that keeps gushing out of my skin. I want...No I need to end this right now. I weakly pop the lid off of the prescription bottle and dry swallow as many pills as I possibly can. My mind is fogging up and I can't world is getting darker and darker.

Now everything is completely black. I know now that without a doubt that I'm dead. I was once Kurt Hummel, but I'll never be back. For me,this is the end.

A/N: See? I told you this was depressing. So now you probably think that I'm extremely screwed up and need psychological help but fear not! I am not,nor will i ever even consider cutting myself or committing suicide. I know this was short but still...I don't know if you can feel a vein being severed if you cut deep enough but hey..I'm new at this whole depressing writing thing. Reviews are greatly appreciated! Mwah!