Prologue

Terror filled as he entered the house. The floor was covered in the broken pieces of glass and wood.

"Mom…Dad?…"

He screamed, but there was no answer.

He hoped that this silence was only because, his parents weren't home but a deathly pain had begun to build in his gut.

He wanted to run around and see if he was right but his legs were about to give away. He took small steps hoping, but it was soon shattered as he saw a trail of blood leading to his father body who was still writhing in pain. It looked like he had dragged himself to be with his love, his wife Elizabeth. He had her hand in his trembling ones.

"Dad…" Kurt whispered, scared to touch as he was not sure of his wounds.

"Hey bud!"Burt opened his eyes, to look at his son. A hurt sob escaped Kurt "don't cry, we will be okay"

He couldn't say anything. He looked at his mother who wasn't moving at all but he could see a lot of blood, it seemed as if she had hit her head against something. Tears started trailing along his cheek. His vision got blurry; breathing hitched and could feel his heart trying to jump out of his chest.

In all the confusion in his head, he felt a comforting hand on his, which brought him back to his dad who was still in pain.

He took out his phone and dialed 911 through his shaky hand. It took him a moment or two but he was able to dial in the end.

"911 emergency…."

"M…M…M…My parents…they…they are hurt…badly…please…I need…help"

"Please sir calm down…"

"CALM DOWN! HOW MAY I FUCKING CALM DOWN, MY DAD IS IN PAIN, MY MOM IS NOT MOVING! AND THEIRS A WHOLE LOT OF BLOOD" Kurt screamed at the operator which made it more difficult for him to breathe.

But the operator was still calm and it was agitating him more "sir, please calm down… an ambulance will be there shortly with police officials"

And sure enough seconds later he heard the sounds of sirens and people shouting but nothing mattered anymore because his father who a minute ago was trembling in pain now laid quiet still, his chest moving in a strange rhythm of its own.

It was like, time itself had stopped. He was hearing different voices, seeing various colors but nothing seemed to matter.

"Hey kid… can you hear me?"

"What's your name, dear?"

Kurt couldn't reply he knew he should but he had no strength.

Someone was touching his face, and then his wrist and someone had wrapped a blanket around him.

"He's hyperventilating, call Roy, and tell him to take care of the boy"

He was feeling cold, emotionally drained and tired. He needed to close his eyes; maybe everything will turn out to be a bad dream in the morning. Maybe he was dreaming of the worst because of the bad day he had with the bullies. Yes, that seems right; it's just a bad dream….a very bad dream.

"…it's gonna be ok, everything's gonna be fine, why don't you come with me"

And he let the stranger direct him to a vehicle.

Sirens….movement…darkness…..movement…..crying…light…..crying…..

Time was passing slowly…..like the movement of a snail, slow. He was begging for someone to wake up. This dream had been too long. He couldn't bear this any longer, every second and the dream felt more real.

"Kurt…you okay? Come on man… say something". It was a voice he recognized but he couldn't response.

Not now, after all this dream didn't end because this couldn't be happening in real, he was not ready for this to settle in.

"Kurt…..dear…..,"no he didn't wanted to listen but cause this voice was with all its comfort and concern was pulling him back to reality "I know it's hard but all is gonna be okay"

He couldn't stay like this anymore, not with that motherly voice beside him and he needed her because his pain was growing to an unmanageable condition.

"Carole….oh my….oh my" and he cried and cried on her shoulders in her embrace.

It looked like he cried for ages until he had no more tears to cry. His eyes were dry, were stinging, his throat parched and his breathing hitching in his airways.

He did not know for how many hours he sat like that, hugging Carole as if she was a lifeline. After hours of waiting at last the doctor came out of the emergency room. Kurt stood shakily and went towards him, desperately hoping that he was not left alone.

"M…my parents, h….h….h…how are they?" he forced the question out.

He could see the doctor was sad, concern filled his eyes; he knew he was hoping big but in that case he needed to know the truth. He waited until the words of torture were spoken to him.

"Your mother, she never made it to the hospital but your father" at the doctors last words sudden spark of hope emerged in him but the doctor's next word crippled his hope "he fought hard, very hard but we couldn't save him….. I am very sorry for your loss"

And then he went to save someone else's life but Kurt didn't care he wanted to stop him, to tell him he was lying and that his parents needed help which wasn't being provided to them.

But he said nothing, a silent cry, hopeless life and the doctor's tortures words had captivated him. He was lost in his pain as he fell in the darkness where nothing mattered.