Author's note: I know its been forever since I wrote under Emastana, but my mother blocked my account. So those few who read the Hold On To trilogy, yep I still write! This wont be updated often, but the chapters will be rather, well very long to make up for it.. R&R please? And this will have homophobic hateful Finn.
Title: Rory's Story
Warning: mentions of bulimia, and self harm… Boy x Boy, if u don't like, don't read..
Rory woke up to another hateful text from another pointless jock at McKinley at 2 a.m. He hated the fact that his in-box was full. He hated the fact that almost all the texts involved the words Fag, queer, homo, fairy, faggot, and many more gay slurs. He hated that most were from Finn Hudson. But there was one thing he loved, he loved that he had an escape tucked away in his nightstand. He kept several blood stained razor blades in the sealed diary he keeps in his nightstand. Most of the pages are stained with either sweat, blood ,or tears. He grab the diary, already fighting off tears, he grabbed the small key he kept on a gold necklace and quickly unlocked the small lock keeping the small green note book labeled with his name in small black letters sealed. Six or seven razor blades fell from the middle of the book. He grabbed a pen from his messenger bag and began to write a list of words, some good, some bad. He circled words like Fag, fatty, loser, outcast, un popular, leprechaun, and several other self loathing terms. He knew he was gay. He'd known since the day he turned 14. That was two and a half years ago. He's still in the closet. His parents, who are incredibly homophobic just like the rest of the catholic church would disown him and tell him to not bother coming back to Ireland, and if he did, stay the hell away from Dublin and their family. He thought he might be able to tell Kurt and Blaine, but Kurt and Blaine both didn't really care. He took one of the many blades off the bed and rolled up his shirt sleeve. There were dozens of cuts already trailing up his arm. He then folded down that sleeve and rolled the other one up. He whispered to himself "Thank god, un scared flesh.." He carved the words Homo and Irish deep int his wrist and forearm. He watched as the crimson blood seep from the cuts onto his pure white sheets. He fell asleep with his arm with the words held close to him.
He woke up to Brittany's music blaring through the wall as usual. He dried his face. He cried himself to sleep without realizing it. Tears didn't help take away the pain anymore unless he was at school, so that's why he turned to cutting. He rolled off the bed with a thud. He got up, glad he bust back open a few cuts. He slipped off one long sleeve shirt and threw another one on. He took off his over sized sleep pants and put on even baggier jeans. He had to put on his belt just so they would stay up. He threw on converse and quickly brushed out his hair. He knocked on Brittany's door. Santana yelled "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT YOU POTATO SUCKING FAGGOT!?" She poked her head through the door and saw him trying not to cry. He told her "N-no Santana, I just wanted to tell Britt I'm walking to school." She gave him a death glare and sternly told him "OK, I'll tell her. And only her friends can call her Britt." He walked away trying not to let the tears come streaming down his face.
He walked to school in the crisp November air. He got to school way earlier than anyone else. Only one other person was in the halls. It was someone who was signing up to be a student councilor. Once that person walked away. Rory went and signed up for counseling. He also saw the name of the kid , who he thought was a girl who wrote their name down, Joe Hart. He walked away from the list before the school therapist pulled the list. Rory went to his locker and pulled out one of his emergency poptarts, he ate nearly the whole box. He washed it down with powerade. He almost immediately walked to the nearest bathroom and into a stall. Rory got on his knees and shoved two of his pale slender fingers down his throat. The mix of hot fudge, strawberry, and powerade almost instantly started spewing up his throat and into the toilet. He continued this for a few minuets , till only a mix of water and blood was coming out. Joe suddenly emerged from the hall into the bathroom to fix his dreads into a ponytail. He heard gagging and looked into the stall and found Rory collapsed on the cold linoleum in a pool of his own vomit. Joe quickly thought to do what's right and removed his fingerless knit gloves. He picked Rory up off the floor and carried him to Mrs. Pillsbury. He quickly sat the slightly smaller boy , who was now weeping down in a chair. Joe sat in the chair next to him and whispered to Emma "I think we have a code B and a Code SH." She calmly and softly asked Rory "Rory, where did Joe find you?" Rory, barely audible mumbled "In the bathroom, I was puking my guts up trying to be thin." She asked him to go lie down . Rory did as he was told, not wanting to disobey an adult. He laid down in the nurse's office. Emma asked Joe "Ok, how did you pick up on self harm?" Joe replied "When I found him, he had his sleeves rolled up, I saw cuts trailing up his right arm and two words carved deep into his left." Emma gave a horrified expression and conveyed "Joe, I'm changing your schedule.. Your having every class with him to watch over this poor boy." Joe divulged "I'll gladly do that and what ever else I can do to help Rory."
Rory fell asleep within of 10 minuets of lying there. Joe came and woke him up and sweetly whispered "Hey sleepy head.. Ready to get to Calculus?" Rory looking a little confused, asked "Wait, how do you know what class I need to go to?" Joe held a finger to his lips, and told him "Now is not the time, just call me your guardian angel .."