"Mr. Hummel."
"Mr. Hummel."
"Mr. Hummel."
"Please stop talking." Her voice was annoying and repetitive.
"Mr. Hummel… Do you have any idea how unlikely it is for someone to check into a mental institution?"
I had not meant her gaze since she began this session, I didn't know her name, I didn't know her job, all I knew is that she was talking and I wasn't fond of that.
"Mr. Hummel."
Meeting her eyes finally with nothing but frustration evident on my face. "I know my name, please stop calling it."
"So how would you prefer I address you?"
"Kurt."
"Kurt, this place is full of criminal executers and rapist that are all here for some out of the world mental illness to make up for the fact that they don't think before they act, and that might not be there fault, but you chose to bring yourself to a mental institution to be controlled, why?"
"Maybe I just like being controlled." I gave a sour chuckle. "Have you ever woken up and not really been too happy with what you see?"
"Don't we all Mr. Hu… Kurt."
"Yeah." Another chuckle escaped my lips. "Now multiply that number by like 20, and I feel like that all day, everyday."
She nods and picks up her notepad and pencil. "Moderate depression." I grab her hand before she writes that.
"I'm not depressed, no, I'm not happy, but I'm not depressed."
"How do you know that?"
"How do you? Your fancy college book somehow teach you how each individual feels?"
"Infact it did." A twisted smile casted upon her face.
"Those same books misspell words and are biased, I'm not depressed."
"Well what are you then?"
"Misfortunate?"
"Go on."
"I'm not going to tell you my whole life story."
"I wasn't asking for it… Kurt, I want to talk to you about something else as well."
"We were talking about something before?"
"You weighed in at 83 pounds, your 5'11, and 18 years old, there is no way any one of your height and age to weight that little unless you were being starved, and now finally talking to you I'm almost positive it was self-inflicted."
"I have a fast metabolism." I respond shrugging.
"That doesn't explain the vast amount of cuts scattered across your arms and legs. Or the bruises, you have bruises of finger prints Kurt. You are protecting someone."
"No, someone was protecting me… from myself. Look is this over now, I want to go back to my room."
"You may go, we can pick this back up on Thursday."
"I think it's time I checked out."
Sebastian's POV
Walking into Dalton academy had always been something I enjoyed. I didn't have reason for enjoying it but I did.
"Who's that?" I asked Nick referring to the short ebony haired boy in the middle of our hall.
Nicks head turned fast, a big smile spread over his face. "That's Blaine."
That's when I stopped enjoying this place so much.
"How dare you!" I screamed bringing my fist in contact with his face; he jolted back, falling hard on the floor looking. "You son of a bitch, don't you ever touch Kurt again ever!
"Sebastian stop!" Jeff screamed trying to hold me back but I was way too upset.
"You don't know what he did." I turned back to respond before being dragged back toward the ground.
I rearranged myself so I was on top of Blaine and steadily punching him in the face too fast for him to properly fight back. I don't know how long I just stood there doing that before he flipped me over so he was on top of me. "What did that liar tell you?"
"He didn't tell me anything because he's too afraid of you!" I responded pushing him hard off of me which might not have been a good idea because it left me open for him to bang my head into the window near us.
"Kurt is insane; he doesn't know what he is talking about."
"Don't talk about him like that!" Pushing him hard into the wall.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?" A loud scream is heard and slaps me back into reality, or maybe that was Blaine but…
"Kurt?" Blaine questions causing me to turn and see the fragile boy looking completely horrified.
"STOP FIGH-…" before he finished that sentence he was on the floor with the warblers running to him; though only 2 people in that room knew what was wrong.
One was me, the other was Blaine.
A/N: IDEK, I needed to write so I did, I'm not to fond of this chapter but I got done what I needed to get done. It was short but that's because i left cliff-hanger for you guys :) (much love) i kinda got stuck, srrs not srrs . Until next time!
Adios- RadHadder