There's a lot people don't know about Sebastian Smythe. He has a back story just like everyone else; they just don't bother trying to learn it. People don't realize that Sebastian went through all the hurt that others do. People don't realize he's still going hurt that others do. They don't realize that he's still human, and breathing, and sometimes things are too hard to handle. They don't realize that he actually has a heart deep down underneath that boarding school blazer.
Sebastian raced back to Dalton from the parking lot with his heart bounding in his ears and Blaine's screams replaying in his head. He ignores the guys that say hey to him as he rushes past them to get to his dorm. He ignores a passing teacher who tells him to slow down, and asks him where he's been seeing how they weren't supposed to leave campus this late. Sebastian goes straight to his dorm and slams the door behind him. His breathing is rough, and he could hear Blaine's cries of pain over the sound of his heart racing. Once the door is fully closed, Sebastian collapses his back against it and breaks down. It's been a while since Sebastian has actually cried; he's not a crier, but when he does, he sobs. Unable to breathe, Sebastian slides down to the ground, his hand still on the knob. The tears fall into his mouth as he screams to himself, "What the hell did I do!"
Sebastian has locked himself in his dorm room for the weekend; he skips Warbler practice, not that they care, and ignores any calls or texts he gets. They're probably filled with hatred anyways. Everything keeps replaying in his head; he keeps seeing the Slushie leave the cup and Blaine dive in from of Kurt. He keeps seeing Blaine hit the ground with cries of hurt. He keeps seeing Kurt fall down beside Blaine, and everyone crowd around him while all sounds fade except for Blaine's screams.
Sebastian has given up on flipping through TV channel's mindlessly. It's not like he could focus on them. He hasn't showered, hasn't gotten dressed, hasn't fixed up his hair… he hasn't even gotten out of bed for the past two days. He's a mess and he doesn't even care.
Turning off the TV and throwing the remote down to the other end of his bed, Sebastian sighs and leaned back against the headboard. Maybe he should just sleep; he's tired as hell, but he can't actually rest. It's impossible. He's just going to suffer until he slowly dies. Closing his eyes is the closest thing to sleep he could get. Sinking underneath his sheets, Sebastian shuts his puffy eyes as much as he could, but the images keep flashing brightly. It's too hard to ignore them.
The ding of his computer tares him out of his personal torture experience. He wouldn't answer the Skype call if it wasn't for the fact that the person calling was sending him fifty chat messages a second, and the beeps are damn annoying. With a grunt, Sebastian drags himself out of bed for the first time in almost forty eight hours and sits down at his computer desk. With a long yawn- damn, his breath smells- he answers the call before it could disconnect. "What?" He shuts at the person before the image of them even pops up. When it does, Sebastian sobers up. "Wha-what…um…"
"Damn, Seb. You look like crap." The girl blinks a couple times with a smirk. Sebastian tried to clear the lump in his throat before speaking again.
"Harmony." She smiles brightly at him through the camera. "Morning, big brother!"