Soooooo, this chapter has A LOT of angst going on. You have been WARNED my friend. Other WARNINGS: detailed violence (please do not read if that triggers you in any way)

Brace yourselves,

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Littlemissbowtielover

Instantly, a wave of noise broke Kurt's silence as he walked through the living room. It seemed as though today had been a painting day of some sorts since dozens of tubes and pots where sprawled over almost every inch of the floor. Trying to go unnoticed by the mass of tiny little ones, Kurt quickly speed walked towards the hallway. "KURT!" a high pitched voice screamed.

Plastering on a fake smile, the porcelain boy waved at the group of children who had now stopped flinging paint at each other and were staring at him with excited expressions. 'Well that's slightly unnerving' he thought to himself. "Hey guys, I would love to join you but I have an English assignment to write," he told them honestly. Even though he knew he would have made up some excuse if he hadn't had an assignment, Kurt felt happy that he wasn't lying to them.

"Oh but Kuuuurrt!" the little ones groaned simultaneously. 'Again, Slightly unnerving.'

"I'm really sorry guys," he spoke sincerely. Rosie, a young girl with long dark curly hair (who seemed to be the 'leader' of the group) stepped forward with a contemplative look. After taking in his expression for any signs of a lie, she gave one final nod and announced, "Ok guys...I believe him. Kurt never lies," she finished with a bright, toothy grin.

Feeling rather strangely relieved to have the permission from a six year old to leave, Kurt walked up to his room and collapsed face-first onto the bed with a groan. It was just one of those days were he felt so annoyed at himself and yet, he had no idea why. Yes. It was incredibly frustrating to have a set of emotions like his.

Growling in frustration, the pale boy reluctantly pulled himself up to have a shower because even though he had one this morning, he felt weirdly dirty. Grabbing a towel from a large wooden trunk in his room, Kurt walked into his on-suite bathroom and turned the shower on a high heat setting and began undressing.

Tentatively he brought his shirt up over his head. He tried his best to not look down at his chest but it was hard when thick scars were carved into his alabaster skin, every single one tells a different story. All of them were still vividly scorched into his mind. Gently, he brought his hand down and trailed one particularly deep white scar with his finger...

"A loud voice beckoned Kurt into the family living room. Knowing that if he didn't go in he would have a much graver consequence, the ten year old approached the door and walked in. Standing there was a boy. His looks where familiar and well known to Kurt.

"Where were you?" the boy asked in a scarily calm, friendly tone. Kurt looked up at the figure and answered quietly, " I was at school." Slowly, the boy nodded, he wore an expression that made Kurt feel as though he knew something else. Taking quick steps, the figure strode up to Kurt with his hands behind his back.

"You see Kurtie...-" the pale boy winced at the use of the once loving nickname- "I know you're lying to me..." An object was drawn from behind the boy's back. Kurt gasped, frozen in fear. There clutched securely in the boy's hand was a large shining kitchen knife- recently sharpened. "Please-"a painfully loud crack was heard. Kurt's jaw. Now grabbing his broken jaw, the small boy stumbled backwards from the other boy.

Many different emotions flickered quickly through the eyes of his tormentor. There was anger, hatred but the one that was the scariest...pleasure. Tiny tears started to fall from Kurt's eyes. How could this be real? The person who was meant to love him and protect him was getting pleasure and happiness from abusing him.

The other boy chuckled darkly. The sound made Kurt's skin crawl and hairs prickle. "You are so pathetic you know that?" Throwing another quick punch at Kurt, which made him collapse from the impact and scream out in pain, the boy smiled and began fiddling with the knife. "I could end you right now... But you know what? I'm not going to... Wanna know why?"

Kurt didn't respond just stared at the carpet holding his abdomen where the other boy had punched him. The tormentor walked over to the ten year old, a sinister look plastering his features. Pulling Kurt up with merciless force, the boy whispered in his ear, "Because I love watching you suffer... Kurtie."

An incredibly sharp pain ripped through Kurt's chest making him scream and cry out. Looking down, the tormentor watched as the blade sunk deep into Kurt's chest as he dragged it all the way across to the other side. Blood immediately began to flow out of the wound. Eventually, the boy ripped the knife back out and with one last whisper of, "Goodnight dear Kurtie," he was gone. "

The sound of rapidly cascading water was all he could hear now. Silent tears were trailing down his face as he stood there, hand still over the scar. 'He's not here' a voice reminded him. 'But he's somewhere' Kurt thought tensely.

Shaking his head, the broken boy pulled off his trousers and stepped into the shower. The water was scolding but Kurt still felt the touch of that boy on his skin- even though it was long gone, it still lingered there. He wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Not once did he look down below his chest. There were some scars and marks that reminded Kurt of too much. Healing takes time. However, those marks... they would take a lifetime to forget.

Ooooo... A lot of Kurt angst going on there. So I'm sorry Blaine isn't in this chapter but he will be in the later chapters I know you want your Klaine (as do I) but I need to entwine Kurt's past into the story first. Hope you liked this chapter! Please leave me your thoughts.

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Littlemissbowtielover