A/N: This is a new fanfiction I started to think about! Phases is on a break until either after Thanksgiving Break or when ever my beta is well and ready to start. I refuse to continue posting for Phases until she is back(: I've already written more chapters to Phases, but they will not be posted. I am focusing on MY ONE TRUE HOPE for now. I hope you like it.

P.S: It is in first person. First person's are not the best for me but I want a challenge!(:

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Sirens could be heard, blaring through the night, over-powering the sounds of thunder. The ground was already thick with mud, causing me to slip with almost every step. Shouting and barking could be heard not to far from where I was. My breathing hitched as I saw flashes of light beading through the trees.

"He went this way!" An Officer shouted, releasing the hounds. Cursing under my breath I made a sprint towards deeper woods. Gun shots fired deafening me for a few seconds before a ringing took its place. Time and myself seemed to slow down, a booming sound coming from behind me and before I knew it, I was falling towards the ground. Barking turned into low rumbles as pain swelled through my body. I screamed out in pain, gripping my left shoulder tightly, blood oozing out of the wound left by a bullet. Lightning struck, lighting up the sky and illuminating the trees allowing me to see the shadows of people advancing. Fighting through the pain I stood up slowly trying to hold in my screams.

I was loosing blood fast. Too fast. I ripped my shirt off my body and tied it around my wound. Adrenaline kicked in as I started to pick up my pace, dodging tree branches and jumping over logs. Lightning struck a few feet away making me run even faster. The voices of the officers and the barking of the dogs soon lowered as I made my way out of the woods and onto a street. "Shit, shit." I whispered, looking around myself. Down the road was a small neighborhood that lead into the city. Taking my chances I fully sprinted towards the lights. I was getting light-headed and knew it wouldn't b long before I passed out. I finally reached the neighborhood and looked back up the road. Flashlights could be seen just now coming out of the woods. Tears were falling from my eyes from the pain, but I forced my self to run more. No lights were on in houses on the street I was on. Rain fell harder from the sky pelting my skin making more bruises. My eye sight was blurring as I turned onto another street. One house had lights on in what appeared to be the kitchen as I stumbled up to the porch. I banged and rang the door bell repeatedly. "Help! Please open up!" I screeched. I fell to my knees as soon as the door swung open. I looked up the the man in front of me, the lights blocking out his face. My body shut down as I fell backwards and darkness consumed me.

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It was the odd sensation of no pain that woke me up from the best sleep ever. The room was dimly lit, and it smelt like mint. I sat up and looked around the room. There was a dresser right across from me with a set of clothes on top. I looked down at my self and noticed my pants were ragged and torn and were blood stained. My torso was bare and the memories started to flood in. I quickly jumped out of the bed and looked in the mirror. My shoulder was wrapped in white cloth and it felt like normal, before the bullet. My body was dirty and crusty. There was a note resting beneath the mirror written in cursive.

'I hope you can fit into my clothes! A bathroom in right outside the door.-B'

I set the note back and looked at the clothes resting neatly on the dresser. I slowly walked towards them. Grabbing them, I walked out the door and found that the bathroom was indeed right in front of the room. It has been a while since I used a real shower, it taking me forever just to see how you turned the water on.

After scrubbing my body, careful not to wet the bandages around my shoulder, I put the clothes on. They were a little loose, but comfortable. Silently, I stepped out of the bathroom and walked down the hall and into what appeared to be a living room. The wooden floors creaked every few steps.

"Oh you're up." A voice said behind me. I quickly turned around and held up my fists. "Whoa, I'm not gonna hurt you." The man said, a smile spreading across his face. His hair was short but curly and he was dressed in nice pants and a button-up with a bow tie. I let my hands fall to my side. "You took a bad shot." He said and pointed to my shoulder. I nodded and crossed my arms. This mysterious man had saved my life and gave me a place to stay. "How'd that happen?" My eyes widen as I looked to the floor. There was no way I could tell him or he'd turn me back in. I shook my head no and turned away. "It's fine, I won't ask. Are you okay though? You slept all night last night and all day today." The man pointed to the clock and the number seven flashed across it. I shrugged and kept my head low. "You don't talk much do you?" He said with a chuckle. The man walked past me and into the kitchen. "Are you hungry?"He asked once I stood in the door way. I nodded slightly, biting my lip. The man gave me a small smile before turning around and grabbing bread off the counter. "It's not much tonight, I hope you don't mind. I got off work late as you can see."

"It's fine." I said, my voice cracking.

"Oh, so you do speak?" He said, giving me a funny look. I nodded before stepping all the way into the kitchen. He prepared a basic peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a side of milk and sat it on the counter for the both of us. "So... why were you out so late last night? And out in the rain?" He asked, taking a swig of his milk.

"I..." I started, but I looked away again.

"I'm sorry." He said. "Well, you can stay here, but when you are all healed up, I want answers, okay?"

"Alright."

"My name is Blaine, by the way."

"Kurt." I whispered, sucking air through my teeth.

"Alright, Kurt. I'll be heading for a shower and then off to bed. Don't steal anything and I might make you breakfast in the morning." Blaine said and winked at me before he grabbed his sandwich and walked out of the kitchen, and I have to say. It made me smile.