Hey guys! I hope you're ready for this next chapter!
Warning: There is thoughts of suicide, trying to commit suicide, and more. Don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
No Pove
Blaine Anderson used consider himself luck.
He had a happy family, people who loved him, no matter what.
Then it happened.
The day his parents hated him.
The day the bullying became even worse.
The day he gave up on it all.
He had come home two weeks after, ready to do it, to end it all.
So he got a medicine bottle (his mother's' risperidone) and went to his room.
He wrote letters to them all, to Coop, to his mom, to his dad, and last of all, to his best friend, who was dead because of him.
He was ready to die, ready to leave this cruel world.
Tears streaming down his face, Blaine put the pencil down, went onto the pet and chugged the bottle.
Two minutes later, he was feeling dizzy.
Slam!
He thought in his head, "No no no! Please, just wait for a second longer. . ."
But it was no use. Cooper was here.
"Blainers? You here?" The door opened, and there was a startled gasp. "Blaine!" Someone shook him, before calling 911.
That day, he was rushed to the hospital, where they got the drugs out of his system, put him on seventy-two suicide watch. Coop was there, tears streaming down his face.
Blaine was told to never scare Cooper again, that he was so worth the world, and more. But, he didn't believe that.
A couple years later, Blaine Anderson met Kurt Hummel.
Kurt Hummel, his savour, his love, his sun.
Kurt Hummel, the one he'd do anything for.
The day they got together, he stopped cutting, stopped hating himself, stopped being suicidal.
Mostly.
Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I enjoyed writing it. (: