Here's part 11!
Sorry it took so long to go up, but I finally left my writers block! Expect more frequent updates now because I've been working as crazy on this…
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Enjoy!
It had been a week. 'A week.' He repeated in his head. Sebastian hadn't been sleeping lately; every time he closed his eyes the image of Lorraine's crying face assaulted him. He had been resisting the temptation to call her, and apologize properly. With a whimper her rolled in his bed and tugged one of his pillows below his arm. 'It still smells like her…' He thought before finally falling into a quiet sleep.
Everything was just too much. Tests. Friends. School. Glee Cub. Sebastian. It was simply too much. She didn't realize about that before, but now it was obvious that moving to Ohio was not the best idea.
Everything hurt her. She was just falling apart in tiny, little pieces. Her life was just a mess. Reality was just too much for her to take.
Realization hit her with blunt force. She needed to escape for a while, to be able to forget everything, forget reality, and go to a place where things were better.
She had always kept it. It had been a while since the last time she used it, but it was all she needed to forget.
Blaine was worried, really worried. He started taking French when he transferred to McKinley because Kurt offered to help him. But now Kurt was gone and he only relied on Lorraine's knowledge in French. He was beyond thankful when she offered him help. The problem was the test, that long test that was waiting for him.
When he made it to Kurt's house he had a weird feeling. Usually Lorraine played music or was in the living room when he walked in. But everything was silent and she was nowhere to be seen. He shoved the bad feeling away; since her fight with Sebastian she had been quieter than usual, and she was probably doing something else around the house.
He looked for her everywhere, she wasn't around. Finally he decided to check her room; it was the only place he hadn't been yet. What he found was terrible.
Lorraine was in her bed, apparently asleep, but she was pale and almost motionless. That was the moment when he saw it; a syringe in her bed-side table. He made the connection slowly when he saw the little mark in her arm from where she injected herself whatever was on that syringe.
Blaine called 911 immediately, and after answering all their questions he just held Lorraine's hand while he waited for the ambulance. Before leaving the house he took her phone with a shaky hand. The last text she sent was for Sebastian.