Hi! This is just something I wrote for my English class in school. I wanted to see if its is good or not so please tell me how it is. Sorry if the names are wrong or anything. I had to change the names to fit in with the school. This takes place before Kurt met Blaine. Tell me also if i have any mistakes. Reviews are always welcome. For those reading my fic, it will be updated soon. I have been really busy with exams and school work but I will get back on it soon! This may be triggering as there is suicide and also graphic attack scenes.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to with glee or any of the characters.

I can't stop going over it in my mind. The words that have now taken over my mind and my body are killing me.

"Adam, I don't like this." I could see the group of guys getting closer and closer to us.
"Don't worry, Kurt. I wont get hurt." Adam let go of my hand and began walking towards the guys.
"Stop! They will hurt you!" I shouted after him. Adam reached the group of guys and they all began to greet him with friendly punches to the arm.
"Oh don't worry about me, its yourself that you should be worrying about." Adam laughed and so did the rest of the guys.
"I-I don't understand." I stuttered, the fear inside me increasing.

I don't even know how I got home. The pain had taken over my mind and I was finding it hard to see. I stumbled into the bathroom. I tried to sit up on the toilet seat but my feet disobeyed me and, begging for relief, they took me forward until I had fallen backwards into the bathtub. I reached forward and turned the cold water tap on and lay back, slipping in and out of consciousness for what felt like hours.

"Did you really think I was gay?" Adam roared.
"But...but..." I couldn't even speak.
"Don't you get it? I was never a fag like you!" Adam spat.
"But...you were the guy who helped me come out!" I tried to stop my tears but I couldn't.
"I'm a really good actor." Adam laughed before kicking me to the ground.

I am disgusted with myself. I should have known he was to good to be true. I pulled myself up and with all of my strength, stepped out of the bath and held onto the sink for dear life. I had no idea of my injuries but they didn't matter anymore. Well, at least they wouldn't in a few hours.

"You're. So. Stupid!" Adam kicked between every word. I couldn't take this pain anymore. It was unbearable.
"This was planned for weeks. I wasn't ever gay and I never will be."
"Why?" It was all I could say through the pain. My question received a loud response.
"Because we want to get rid of all of the fairies like you!"

I somehow reached the Kitchen and found the tablet cupboard. I sat down in front of it and finally let out my sobbs. I screamed and screamed out all of my pain.

"He is right!" I begin to speak.

"How could anyone ever love someone as used, as disgusting as me?" I reach out and pick up the first bottle of pills I see. I don't even know what it is but I swallow one.

"You didn't actually do anything with this...thing, did you?" I heard one of the guys ask. Adam shook his head before speaking again.

"Kurt always wanted to wait for a special occasion. Anyway, I'm not insane!"

"Just making sure you're cool." My anger took over and I didn't realise I was speaking until it was too late.

"So this is all for status? Making me befriend you...making me trust you...making me fall in love with you was all so you can be cool?" I shouted as loud as I could but I was silenced by yet another punch to the face.

"You are nothing!"

I mutter 'I am nothing' over and over again like a chant.

Two...

Three...

"You don't deserve to live."

"You are disgusting."

"You're not normal."

Four...

Five...

Six...

"Why were you born?"

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

"Do us all a favour and just die! Nobody wants a queer like you!"

In the end, I don't remember how many pills I swallow, It doesn't matter. All that matters is that they work.

"What are we going to do with him?"

"Leave him here?"

"No we can't. Someone would find him." I don't even know who is speaking. I just cannot believe that Adam was fake. Our whole friendship was fake. I had told him everything about me. I thought he was my best friend. I even believed that one day he would be my boyfriend.

"Why don't we ask him"

"Where do you want to be?" I don't answer their question. It won't matter. Nothing I can do now will matter.

They continue to beat me until they get bored and leave me lying, unable to move, on the cold, stinging ground.

I'm done. Soon this hell will be over. No more pain. No more humiliation. No more Adam. That is my last thought before I fall into an endless silence.