CHAPTER 1
Kurt's POV
I was walking to the parking lot, knowing that I had been running late and that Finn would be waiting for me.
I could hear laughter and suddenly I was being carried away. I had always dreamed of being carried away by a tall, masculine young man, but not like this. This was just cruel.
There were about ten of them. I could recognize Karofsky.
He was the one carrying me.
He was the one that sexually assaulted me.
He was the one who threatened to kill me.
He was the one, who at that point, I thought was going to.
They started walking. I was still in his arms, I had my eyes closed, but I could tell that they were walking down the hall. I knew where they were taking me. I walked down that hall every day to get to one of my favorite places. The choir room.
Usually it was so peaceful and happy and full of life in the day. But after everyone left, it just looked abandoned. It seemed sad and lifeless.
Dave dropped me to the ground. Hard. It hurt pretty bad, but I had been through a lot more pain just from him before.
Then they started kicking and punching me. I tried to protest, but they just kept going. Then I heard one of them yell, "Let's teach the little fag a lesson." Then they all agreed.
That was when the real pain kicked in. I just sat there, ready for it all. But I was not ready for this.
They started stealing all of my belongings out of my bag. My phone, my laptop, my notebooks, and then finishing it off by ripping my new Marc Jacobs bag right down the seam. Or at least that was where I thought they finished.
Then they started taking off my coat, then my shoes, then my socks, then my pants. All I had on was a white undershirt and blue boxers.
I thought they would've stopped there, but then the pair of scissors on Mr. Shue's desk.
They started making little slits on my feet, then slowly making their way up my body until they got to the neck. This is it, I thought. After this, I'm gone. Gone forever.
CHAPTER 2
Kurt's POV
I truly thought that I was going to die that afternoon. Karofsky grabbed the scissors and sickeningly caressed the blade across my neck, making his way up to my forehead.
That was when it all happened. It was so sudden. He made a large gash in my head, and then blood. Blood, blood, and more blood. It was everywhere. I heard the rest of them saying things like "Run!", or "Hurry, get out, get out!"
That was when the most frightening voice of them all chimed in. He let out a low, raspy, yell; "EVERYBODY OUT NOW!"
Well that was certainly enough to get them to shut up.
They all left immediately. I was just laying there, blood soaking my shirt. I guessed that he hit an artery or vein or something.
Then it was just the two of us.
He slowly caressed my blood-covered face, and leaned in to whisper something.
"Sorry."
And that was it.
AUTHORS NOTES:
So this is my first ever fanfic. I hope that you liked it! :D Reviews would be great! If people want me to than I will add more. And please critique!
I do not own anything glee or it's characters or anything. They belong to Fox and Ryan Murphy. :D