A/N: I know nothing about Hockey games… so forgive me if I screw it up in anyway.
I hate suicide. Another boy in my class killed himself. I bawled my eyes out again… for the second time in barely over a month. It was the night the Christmas Episode of Glee came on and then Artie said, "You're song make me wanna kill myself" I just started sobbing. It was awful. Especially at school the next day…
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Please Don't Break My Heart
Chapter 25 The Hockey Game
Christian quietly sat down in the front row of the cold bleachers in the ice rink. He tapped his fingers against his thigh as he listened to the roar of the crowd and waited for the game to start. It was the last game and he came to cheer on his favorite Hockey Player.
Christian smiled, got up, leaned up against the glass and clapped loudly with the rest of the crowd as the team came skating into the ice. He smiled; cheered and waved to the boy he loved. He saw Dave smile through the mask covering his face and the game started.
Christian smiled as he watched his lover knock other people senseless, thinking how strange it was that this sport was still allowed. He jumped as Dave slammed someone from the other team into the glass in front of him. He clapped when everyone else clapped, but he didn't really know what was happening.
He watched as his boyfriend go back and forth chasing a flat black ball with a stick and smiled at the look of pure joy on Dave's face. Suddenly a small gnawing feeling appeared in the pit of his stomach… why did he deserve such a perfect guy…
Sure… he's perfect now, a small voice in the back of his head said to him.
Of course he's perfect now. And he'll never change.
That's what you thought about Thomas too… look what he did to you. Christian jumped as the crowd cheered again, pulling him out of his thoughts. He halfheartedly clapped and cheered with them and smiled as Dave's team won the game.
***PAUSE***
Christian hung around after the game and waited for Dave to leave the locker room. He sat in the same seat and stared out at the empty stands across from him. As hard as he tried, he couldn't get that thought out of his head and it really worried him. How could he even think something that? Dave was nothing like Thomas…
"How'd you like the game?" A voice from behind him said. Christian jumped and turned around. He smiled as he saw Dave behind him. He jumped up and threw his arms around his boyfriend.
"I loved the game." He pulled back and gave Dave a quick peck on the lips, and pulled away. He took hold of his boyfriend's hand and slowly walked out of the Rink. But his mind was a million miles away.
***PAUSE***
Over the next few days, Christian couldn't get the thought of him not deserving someone like Dave out of his head. He sat silently in the choir room, not hearing what Mr. S was saying about how well the Night of Neglect went.
He looked up at Dave and a little voice in the back of his head screamed at him again, run! Run before he changes and you get hurt again! Christian tried to ignore the voice… but it screamed louder and louder. Suddenly Dave grabbed Christian's backpack and turned to wait for his boyfriend. Christian jumped and looked up at Dave, he looked at his bag held in Dave's hands and snatched it back. "I can carry my own things, I'm not an invalid!" Christian yelled, standing up.
Dave flinched back, not expecting this sudden outburst. "Christian, is something wrong?"
"Nothing! I am so sick of you treating me like a child… I..can't do it anymore." Christian slung his bag over his shoulder and looked around at the empty room… apparently all the other clubbers left already…
Christian turned away from Dave… His eyes were stinging… he knew he had to do this quickly, like a Band-Aid, or he wouldn't go through with it… it would be better for Dave in the end…
"I… I think we should Break up." Christian closed his eyes as his voice caught on the last word… He heard Dave inhale sharply, but didn't stay. He started to move towards the door.
"Christian, wai-" Dave started to say, but Christian interrupted him.
"Don't follow me," he said sharply, and ran out the door, with a hand pressed over his mouth to keep the sobs in until he got to his car…
He sat down behind the wheel of his car…he stared at the flashing lights on the dashboard and felt his heart break in two. At last now he can find someone who deserves someone like him…
The voice in the back of his head was whispering, Safe….Safe…Safe… Almost like a heartbeat…. He never felt more alone as he hit his head on the steering wheel and finally let the tears fall and the sobs tear him apart…
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