Chapter One
This idea came to me after hearing a song. I'm still working on my other stories but wanted to get this started.
I don't own Glee
He stumbled out of the room, feeling along the wall for support and direction. His one good eye that wasn't swollen was trying in vain to see through the
darkness, so his hands were his guide. He fell down grabbing his side in pain; it took a minute to get back on his feet. The pain radiated through his body, till he
was in so much pain he was numb. His arm was searching wildly for the banister signaling the staircase. In his haze he heard things falling off the wall, crashing
to the floor. But no one came; no one was there to help him. He finally felt the banister and his whole body sagged against it. He had to take a break to regain
strength to get to the bottom of the stairs. He went to move and pain shot through him from his backside, reinforcing what he was trying to forget had happened.
He slowly made his way down the stairs, collapsing at the bottom. He heard voices above him, he couldn't make them out, they all blended together and were
muffled. He was just so tired, and in so much pain. He knew who he had to get to, but couldn't seem to find him anywhere, he heard himself yelling, but it didn't
sound like him. The voice was so small and broken, just couldn't be him. He felt hands on his head, someone was trying to soothe him or do what just happened
all over again. He started fighting, swinging his arms, he was willing himself to scream, but no sound came out. Then he smelled something that smelt familiar
and comforting to him. The voice sounded so scared, and so far away. He tried to focus his good eye on the image of the person kneeling in front of him. It was
useless; all he saw was a blurry blob. The hand was back on his head, he didn't fight this time, he didn't have any fight left in him. That's when the face got close,
and he opened his one good eye and caught a glimpse of the person he was searching for. He could make out tears in their eyes, and worry on their face. He tried
to reach for them, but felt a familiar hand slip into his. The voice started to become clearer, and then he finally could hear what they were saying.
"Blaine it's me..Oh God..hang on help is on the way"...