Author's note- I hope you enjoy this chapter, I don't know when I'll next update because it's the Christmas holidays for me so I'm quite busy. But I'll do my best to update soon- oh and I should warn you there is alot more swearing in this chapter! Happy Holidays everyone!

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Chapter 11

"Casey?" He took a tentative step towards me with nothing but shock, worry and devastation written on his face. This made everything worse, now what was I to say? All his suspicions about this had just been horribly confirmed, and it had hurt him in the process. It hurt me to see the pain in his eyes as he stared at me- he looked confused as well as everything else. I had hurt him. I had caused this mess. What sort of freak show was I? I stood up swiftly as he took another step towards me.

"Casey..." His broken voice was nothing more than a whisper. I couldn't do this. "Casey, do you want to go into my office and we can have a chat." He said it gently. But how could he even look at my disgusting body? He must hate me; despise me. Maybe he would yell- shout, tell me off, tell me to sort my life out; but when I looked at Mr Schuester I could only see the worry and sincerity in his green eyes. It made me hate myself even more. With tears flowing freely down my cheeks, I shook my head; I didn't want to talk to him, I didn't want to be near anyone- I wanted to go home. I wanted to die; and now was a better time than any.

"Casey, please," His voice still no louder than a gentle whisper. Each time he spoke I died a little more inside, to think that I had just subjected him to seeing that. I took a step back away from him; I wasn't completely sure how to get out of this mess. Mr Schue would make me talk today; I had no doubt about that- and this time he would be hell bent on getting answers. I couldn't talk, I had already decided that- but I couldn't just tell him I was leaving, he would stop me. This would just lead on to some big mess that I wouldn't be able to sort out; he might make me see Miss Pillsbury- send me off to some mental ward (although he promised he wouldn't do that.) There were too many risks if I talked to him. The room was silent. I did the only thing I could think of doing at the time:

I ran.

I had always been a fast runner, so I had it on my side. In record time I picked up my bag, managed to get past a shocked Mr Schuester and out of the door before he had even registered what I was doing. I bolted down the long deserted corridors and hallways of McKinley in the general direction of the exit. However, to my dismay, it wasn't long before I heard footsteps in hot pursuit of me. Shit. Even I never would have thought that Mr Schuester would come running after me. He is taller than me, stronger than me, and older than me, I had no chance now. In a matter of seconds, he would catch me up and stop me. Then he would take me back to his office for a 'chat' and I would be well and truly screwed. Fuck. My. Life.

"Casey!" I heard him yell after me. "Casey wait!" He sounded close, but I wasn't about to stop and look, I had too much to risk; I couldn't let him catch me. I was nearing the double doors that led outside to the car park; I exhaled, my heart was pounding, adrenaline coursing through my veins- I barely slowed to fling the doors open as I practically fell down the steps. Regaining my balance, I began to run again. I yelped in surprise as I felt a strong pair of arms wrapped quickly around my waist. I hadn't realised just how close he had been, and it took me by surprise. I lost my footing, and I would have fallen if it wasn't for my teacher holding me up.

"Get off of me!" I screamed at him. It was probably just as well we were the only people left in school.

"No, Casey please, I just want to talk." He pleaded. I continued to struggle against his grip, I tried to break his hold- but he wasn't budging.

"Let me go!"

"We need to talk; I can't leave you like this!"

"I don't want to fucking talk! Leave me alone!" I knew I shouldn't swear at him- he hadn't done anything wrong. But I was so pissed off, I hated myself and my frustration was clearly showing.

"Come on Casey, calm down, all I want to do is have a proper talk with you..." His voice was soft. I stopped struggling a little, but continued to try and break his hold on me.

"I don't want to." I said quietly as tears began falling again. My voice rose as I shouted: "I can't fucking do this anymore!" He tightened his grip on me and said:

"Let's just talk. It may make you feel better." He was trying to reason with me now.

"I don't want to fucking talk!" I yelled. "I don't want to go to your fucking office where I constantly feel interrogated."

"We don't have to go to my office," he said calmly, "I wasn't thinking that now anyways."

"It doesn't even matter." I growled. "I'm not worth it."

"Casey you are worth it!" He told me genuinely, "It does matter because something is seriously wrong for you to be doing that to yourself. You're going through alot of emotional pain and you can't go on like this!" I stopped trying to escape his grasp, but his grip didn't loosen. "Please Casey; I'm not leaving you like this."

There was no point arguing. I had given up- I'd have to talk to him. So what I could do is talk to him, then go home, then kill myself. There was no point in living now. I'm already dead. I shifted to look up at his eyes with my own emotionless ones. Mr Schuester looked worried, scared, and sad; I nodded at him. He gave me a small smile in return.

"Thank you," he murmured gently. "Let's go back inside for a moment." I hesitated.

"Where do you want to talk?" I asked blankly.

"Well I don't want to talk in my office," he told me softly, "I was thinking- if you're okay with it– we could go back to mine. It'll be a bit more comfortable there and the atmosphere may be more relaxed." I sighed for a moment. I might as well, it was better than an office.

"Okay." I replied.

"I still need to collect my things," he said. He loosened his arms around me, but kept one hand on my shoulder. Mr Schuester led us back to the choir room where I saw his bag lying on the floor. A glint caught my eye, and I remembered that I had dropped my blade. Aw crap- I thought, how was I supposed to get that without him seeing? I had more of course, but I couldn't leave it here. I waited as Mr Schue picked up his bag; but he didn't immediately come back. I groaned as he walked over to where I had dropped the blade- I didn't even realise he had seen it. My teacher bent down and cautiously picked it up between his thumb and index finger. He hesitated- unsure of what to do with it.

"Give it to me," I said without emotion. He looked at me in shock; he obviously didn't think I'd want it back.

"I'm not giving it back to you Casey," Mr Schue told me in a gentle tone. I bit my lip in frustration as he walked over to his office, he disappeared for only about a couple of seconds before he came out; the blade was no longer in sight.

"What did you do with it?" I asked annoyed, but I tried to control my voice.

"I put it away," He told me honestly, "I'll get rid of it later." I gritted my teeth, and walked over to his office. Mr Schuester put out an arm to stop me; I didn't really think I'd be able to get it back, but I was just pissed he took it away from me.

"Just let me have it." I sighed.

"I can't do that," He told me gently, "Let's go." With a hand on my shoulder again, he turned me around and walked me to the door. I let him lead me outside; there really was no point in trying anymore. I had finally given up- everything had just gotten worse and worse until... boom. It finally broke me. I just couldn't wait until I could get home on my own tonight.

"Feel free to take the front." He told me suddenly. I hadn't realised we had come to a stop outside his blue car. I just nodded. In the end I did take the front seat- I opened the door and got carefully inside. I heard Mr Schuester get in beside me as I put my seatbelt on; I refused to meet his concerned gaze as he started the car.

For the whole journey I stared out the window, watching everything pass by. Mr Schuester kept giving me concerned and worried glances- I could tell this had thoroughly scared him; it made me feel like complete shit. But he wouldn't have to worry for much longer. No one would have to worry much longer...