Well.. ah.. yeah.. this is pretty angst-y and depressing ... Might write a slightly less horrible ending later where Blaine finds him...
"WHY?" He screamed as he pushed everything off his dresser.
Why did everything have to happen to him?
What did he ever do to deserve this?
He lost his mum; why did he have to lose his dad as well?
Was this the world's revenge for being gay?
What kind of sick joke had his life become?
Kurt took hold of the vase of flowers next to his bed and launched it at the wall. Feeling a tiny bit of satisfaction as he watched it shatter, just like his life.
With tears streaming down his face he ran to the standard issue Dalton wardrobe and ripped open the doors, grabbing all his clothes out and throwing them everywhere. They didn't matter anymore. Nothing did.
Why?
Was the only thing going through his head.
He didn't feel the sharp stab of pain as a piece of glass embedded it's self in his palm, The pain in his heart blocked out everything else.
He began screaming again, finding his way into the bathroom.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror with disgust. Why did he always survive? Why couldn't he have been the one that died in the crash? He came out with a few bruises. His dad was killed instantly.
He was always the survivor. Forced to endure then pain over and over again until it became to much.
He scanned the room, searching for something heavy.
He picked up a paper weight and heading back into the bathroom, throwing it towards the mirror. Not bothering to shield his face.
He watched as the paperweight made a spider web, spanning the entire length of the mirror.
The picture he now saw was distorted, more fitting.
His life meant nothing now. It wasn't fair. Everybody around him falls while he continues to stand.
Kurt Hummel never gives up.
But for once in his life, he doesn't see a reason to fight.
He grabs hold of the mattress and throws it across the room, knocking over the candles in the process.
It happens so quickly he barely has enough time to register what went wrong before it's to late.
Well this is it
He grabs the old photograph of his family, taken before his mum died, and clutched it to his chest before sitting down in the middle of the room.
It doesn't take long for the fire to consume everything in the room and eat it's way to Kurt.
He greets it with a tired smile on his face, taking in a breath of mostly smoke and utters his last word.
Forever
A/N: Ah review please? I know this is kind of disturbing and it must seem like I got something seriously wrong with me, but I'm perfectly alright I promise! :D