Kitty sighed.
Ororo came in followed by the professor.
"So how did it go Kitty?" asked Ororo.
"Not too well. Though I did find out the reason why he did It.," said Kitty.
"Well?" asked the professor
"He does it 'cos of Me." said Kitty just realising what Kurt had told her.
"Oh dear." said Ororo.
"I need to do something." Said Kitty.
"You can't do it alone Kitty," said the professor.
"But professor, he did this all 'cos of Me." protested kitty.
"I understand, kitty but he needs more people to help him." sad the professor.
"I'll try and find him," said storm.
"No. I'll go," said kitty.
"But kitty you need to tell..." began Ororo.
"It's OK storm. Let her go," said the professor.
Kitty smiled and walked through the wall.
Several walls later she found her self in Kurt's room and the fuzzy elf was nowhere to be seen but she could hear him breathing.
"Kurt? I know you're in here," said Kitty.
She looked up at the ceiling and saw Kurt hung upside down, his tail coiled around the wire holding him up. He had a knife in his paw and craving another pattern into his skin.
"Kurt stop!" exclaimed kitty.
Kurt ignored her, not even acknowledging she was there.
He craved patterns in his flesh, not even flinching as it bled.
"Kurt get down!" yelled kitty.
Kurt dropped the knife to the floor and teleported to his bed. Kitty walked toward him, through his bed and sat next to him.
She looked at his arm and saw what he'd carved into his flesh, a crooked heart split in two with an arrow through it.
The blood flowed around the cuts making the fur all matted and kitty winced.
"Looks like it hurts doesn't it?" asked Kurt, "Vell it doesn't hurt as much as vhen someone's feelings are destroyed and their heart if cut in two."
"Kurt I'm sorry I just...." explained Kitty.
"I don't vant you here kitty if it's just for explanations. If that's one of the reasons your here then leave nov. I don't vant pity or help, I don't vant an excuse. So just go." said Kurt.
"I wasn't going to give you an excuse. I just want you to stop hurting your self for me. I'm not worth it," said kitty.
"Your vorth the vorld to me kitty. I just vish you could understand that." said Kurt, watching the blood drip down his arms.
"I do understand Kurt. But please stop hurting yourself. At least do it for me." said kitty putting a hand on his shoulder.
"No kitty, don't raise my hopes. Just go." said Kurt shrugging her off and picking up his knife.
"I will but if you ever need to talk Kurt just call." smiled kitty weakly as she got to her feet and walked out through the locked door.
Kurt sighed to himself and threw the knife at the wall, watching the plaster crack.
He looked at his latest messy carving into his skin and felt some pain from the scratches.
He didn't let it bother him and picked up the bottle of salt from under his bed and poured some into the open cuts.
The pain over powered Kurt ad his eyes began to water.
Kurt didn't want to stop the pain and teleported to the knife where he pulled the knife out the plaster.
He then began to carve meaningless patterns into his skin, not wanting the pain to stop.
Ororo came in followed by the professor.
"So how did it go Kitty?" asked Ororo.
"Not too well. Though I did find out the reason why he did It.," said Kitty.
"Well?" asked the professor
"He does it 'cos of Me." said Kitty just realising what Kurt had told her.
"Oh dear." said Ororo.
"I need to do something." Said Kitty.
"You can't do it alone Kitty," said the professor.
"But professor, he did this all 'cos of Me." protested kitty.
"I understand, kitty but he needs more people to help him." sad the professor.
"I'll try and find him," said storm.
"No. I'll go," said kitty.
"But kitty you need to tell..." began Ororo.
"It's OK storm. Let her go," said the professor.
Kitty smiled and walked through the wall.
Several walls later she found her self in Kurt's room and the fuzzy elf was nowhere to be seen but she could hear him breathing.
"Kurt? I know you're in here," said Kitty.
She looked up at the ceiling and saw Kurt hung upside down, his tail coiled around the wire holding him up. He had a knife in his paw and craving another pattern into his skin.
"Kurt stop!" exclaimed kitty.
Kurt ignored her, not even acknowledging she was there.
He craved patterns in his flesh, not even flinching as it bled.
"Kurt get down!" yelled kitty.
Kurt dropped the knife to the floor and teleported to his bed. Kitty walked toward him, through his bed and sat next to him.
She looked at his arm and saw what he'd carved into his flesh, a crooked heart split in two with an arrow through it.
The blood flowed around the cuts making the fur all matted and kitty winced.
"Looks like it hurts doesn't it?" asked Kurt, "Vell it doesn't hurt as much as vhen someone's feelings are destroyed and their heart if cut in two."
"Kurt I'm sorry I just...." explained Kitty.
"I don't vant you here kitty if it's just for explanations. If that's one of the reasons your here then leave nov. I don't vant pity or help, I don't vant an excuse. So just go." said Kurt.
"I wasn't going to give you an excuse. I just want you to stop hurting your self for me. I'm not worth it," said kitty.
"Your vorth the vorld to me kitty. I just vish you could understand that." said Kurt, watching the blood drip down his arms.
"I do understand Kurt. But please stop hurting yourself. At least do it for me." said kitty putting a hand on his shoulder.
"No kitty, don't raise my hopes. Just go." said Kurt shrugging her off and picking up his knife.
"I will but if you ever need to talk Kurt just call." smiled kitty weakly as she got to her feet and walked out through the locked door.
Kurt sighed to himself and threw the knife at the wall, watching the plaster crack.
He looked at his latest messy carving into his skin and felt some pain from the scratches.
He didn't let it bother him and picked up the bottle of salt from under his bed and poured some into the open cuts.
The pain over powered Kurt ad his eyes began to water.
Kurt didn't want to stop the pain and teleported to the knife where he pulled the knife out the plaster.
He then began to carve meaningless patterns into his skin, not wanting the pain to stop.