Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, depression, and mention of self-harm.
Summary: Kurt is depressed and considering offing himself. A cat and a park greatly affect his decision.
Dark grey clouds covered the sky, their gloom seeming contagious. A boy, aged seventeen, sat in an abandoned park, watching the world around him from his perch on a swing.
Cars were driving down the street, splashing their way through water, left over from the rain that happened not even thirty minutes ago. A little girl, looking about six or seven, skipped down the side walk, hand in hand with her mother. "Slow down, Katy!" The woman laughed, pulling her daughter, now known as Katy, back to her side. A black cat was sitting in a tree across the small park, the white spots on its fur wet and matted.
Everything seems to be grey, the teenaged boy mused. It seems fitting. Brushing his hair from his face, he sighed. "I wonder what would happen if this park disappeared." He said aloud, biting his lip as he paused, gathering his thoughts. "Would I disappear with it, seeing as I'm here right now? Or would it just be gone, by itself, leaving me here to rot alone?"
The wind blew in his face, and he shivered, not appreciating the cold, wet air against his face.
In the distance, the cat meowed, all but forgotten by the world.
"Maybe…" The teen that we later discover is named Kurt, began. "It would be best if the world swallowed this park whole. Then I might be able to kill myself without feeling an ounce of guilt." With a roar, the wind blew again, caressing his pink tinted cheeks.
Meowing once again, the cat leapt from the tree, and gracefully trotted to where Kurt was sitting. Repeating itself once in hearing range, it jumped onto Kurt's lap and curled into a ball, before peering up into the brunette's face.
With a laugh, said teen reached down to pet the graceful creature. "Why, hello cat." He stated, smiling. "What're you doing here?"
The cat meowed, before licking Kurt's hand.
"You don't want me to kill myself, do you?"
Purring, the cat hopped off of the teen's lap and went back to its tree, now satisfied that it made the boy happy.
Looking up at the sky, Kurt sighed, closed his eyes and allowed his face to become a target for the new wave of rain. Tomorrow will be a better day. I know it will. If I just last a little longer, I can make it through the week. Looking down at his scar ridden arms, he smiled to himself. Yeah. I can make it through the week. I know I can.