Hey guys, thanks so much for reading this! I'm sorry if this is really crap and unrealistic because I have never had any personal experience with suicide. This is just the prologue, there will be some better (fun, romantic?) stuff in the future.
WARNING: might be triggering, language.
Until I Fall Asleep
Blaine's body wracked with sobs as he tried to jam the keys for the door into the lock. "Fuck!" He yelled as the key missed the lock and engraved a line down the door where it slid. The rain was pelting at him, making his sobs seem non-existent over the sounds of the water hitting the ground. Blaine sighed in silent victory when the key finally slid and turned in the lock. He pulled the handle and kicked the door open.
Blaine stood there, water dripping from his clothes and hair onto the floor. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. The taunts still echoed in his head like music after a concert. No one was home, his Mum and Dad were at work and Cooper hadn't come to visit in a few months. Blaine was alone. He had been alone for his whole life but only then, at his lowest, did he ever realize. And it hurt. Blaine didn't want to be alone, but he was, and nothing he could ever do would change that. He had been unlucky enough to be alone since he was very young. The other kids never played with him, his parents paid more attention to Cooper, he got teased. Cooper had been the only one who cared, but now even he was gone.
Steadied hell or shattered reality? They were the only two choices Blaine could see. Keep going on everyday in this life that wasn't getting anywhere or just… break it. Blaine saw his life as a smashed window. One of those particularly artistic smashed windows, with the cracks webbed across the surface, but no single piece of glass had fallen.
The glass was falling.
Blaine dropped his bag on the floor and sprinted into the kitchen. He opened the medicine cabinet door so violently it almost flew off its hinges.
He pulled bottle after bottle out of the cabinet, all the pills escaping and laying on the counter. All the contents of the bottles were sitting patiently on the counter, waiting for Blaine for decide what to do.
It was like Blaine was driving down a one-way street; the only way was forwards. He couldn't turn around; there was no backing out now.
Blaine scooped up a handful of pills. He had no idea what they were, he only knew they could, and probably would, kill him.
He picked them up a few at a time, shoved them down his throat and took a sip of water to help swallow. He did it slowly, trying to make himself reconsider, but he couldn't.
He soon couldn't think straight; he just felt numb. His body started shaking uncontrollably and he started sweating. He didn't know how long it had been, how many pills he had taken, but it didn't matter anymore.
He started throwing up after a while. He was hunched over the toilet, shaking violently, his hands aching from holding the rim of the toilet and his knees bruising from the tile.
"Blaine!" he heard a soft cry from downstairs. His vision was going blurry and he could feel himself slipping.
"Blaine!" he heard again. He thought it was getting further away until he felt hands clamp around his shoulders.
"Hey, Coop." Blaine whispered quietly, before his body finally let him fall asleep.
I know it's short, it will be longer next chapter I hope, please review.