AN:  sorry sorry sorry!! My mom was diagnosed with cancer…and my comp's been annoying…I'm so sorry…

Leslie sat in the McDonalds, picking miserably at her salad, unconsciously spreading a feeling of gloom throughout the restaurant.

Stacy had gone…well, she didn't really know where Stacy had gone, but she didn't really care, either.

She tossed the tray into the trash, then slowly left the building, her own personal cloud of doom going with her.  She stuffed her hands in her coat pockets, warming them.

A freak cold-snap had hit Virginia, annoying to its inhabitants who wanted to enjoy the end of summer, but fitting Leslie's mood perfectly.  She wandered, head down, not really caring where she went, eventually ending up in a park.

Leslie made her was to the swings, sitting down on one.  It was too low, making her long legs bend sideways so she could fit, and the medal chains holding it up were cold, burning her skin, but she barely noticed.

He had cried.

Kurt had been in pain…needing her…and she'd left him. 

Her hands curled into fists, nails digging painfully into her palms. 

"Why can't it just be easy?" she shouted suddenly, voice cutting into the silence.

No answer…but she could have sworn the blackness, ever present now, hanging like fog around her being, laughed.

"I don't want to DO this anymore!" she roared at the trees, startling a robin.  "I'm tired!  I want to go home and forget this ever happened!"

Her black eyes narrowed behind the sunglasses.

"WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME?!"

Her anger became real and solid, burning into the poles holding the swing melting.  She quickly stood, leaving the collapsing set behind her, running senselessly into the nearby woods.

She didn't know why she was doing this…she wanted to be alone, REALLY alone, away from everyone else and their petty emotions that drowned her day by day.  She wanted to curl up in her mother's lap again, to let her dad read her to sleep.

She wanted to go home.

But there's Kurt…

She angrily squashed the voice inside her.  "I don't want to care," she whispered as she ran.

Not paying attention caught up with her, as Leslie tripped over a root of a tree she hadn't noticed.  She lay sprawled on the ground, unmoving, heaving with sobs that she'd held in for far too long.

"Why?" she whimpered, to a God that she felt had left her.  "Can't you just…make it all go away…"

No answer.

And the blackness laughed.

*Another chapter this weekend…it's different from this…it involves Storm…so I made them separate*