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Kurt was released from the hospital a few days later, after he explained to the psychiatrist that came to see him that he was not suicidal, and after their meeting with said psychiatrist had been scheduled because he clearly didn't believe Kurt.
Kurt was just glad to be home, he pretended not to notice the way Carole and Burt watched him carefully whenever he was completing a simple task. He could do this. Things would go back to normal eventually.
He no longer woke up at 3am every night to the sight of his mother's…ghost in the corner on his bedroom. He didn't know how to feel about that.
He wasn't allowed to go back to school- or anywhere, for that matter. His father made sure he stayed cooped up in the house where he could be safe and not go and jump off any more bridges.
He and Burt didn't speak about what had happened at the hospital, Burt had brushed it off as nothing more than a hallucination because of lack of sleep, and Kurt didn't bother trying to convince him otherwise; his father was stubborn.
A week after Kurt had settled back into his home life, he woke up again.
It was 2:30am this time rather than the usual 3am, and he wasn't immediately greeted by the sight of his mother either. Instead he was thirsty, very, very thirsty.
He tip-toed downstairs and into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water and sipping from it quietly, the house seemed a lot creepier during the night now, and he didn't know why.
Kurt had almost finished with his drink when his entire body froze up again, much like it had done in the hospital. The glass slipped from his grasp and seemed to tumble in slow motion to the tiled kitchen floor before it made contact with the ground and smashed into a million tiny pieces, the small amount of liquid that remained inside quickly pooling in a tiny puddle at Kurt's bare feet.
If Kurt hadn't been paralysed, he would've flinched when he felt the miniature shards of glass fly onto his feet, instead he simply stood, frozen in his position, with his arm lifted up slightly as though he was about to lift an invisible glass to his lips, the other arm hanging limply by his side.
The air went cold and Kurt managed a small, barely noticeable shiver, the kitchen light started to flicker. Kurt opened his mouth to scream, but decided against it and instead settled for whispering quietly: "mom?"
So he was allowed to talk but not to scream. That was fair. Not.
She didn't appear like he thought he would, the air around him grew colder still, and his raised arm fell to his side as he regained control of it.
He rushed around, cleaning up the broken glass and putting the shards in the bin before running back up to his room, terrified beyond belief. He didn't realise how cold it was in there until he had quietly slammed the door shut.
He leaned against it and took deep breaths, closing his eyes and shivering. He wondered why it was suddenly so cold in his room, and opened his eyes to see his bedroom window open.
He frowned and went over to it, pulling it shut and closing his curtains.
The cold air went away momentarily but then came back, and Kurt started shaking, trying to take deep breaths as his hands held on tightly to the curtains for his bedroom window.
"Mom?" He whispered, his voice sounding so weak and broken. His grip tightened on the curtains and he was going to pull the off if he didn't let go very soon. Reluctantly, he did, and he turned his body around to see his mother for the first time since that night in the hospital.
"Sorry it took me so long honey." She said soothingly, "after your father saw me I had to leave for a while, he doesn't need to know about this." Her voice was so damn gentle and kind and loving that Kurt found himself walking towards her, she held out her arms for him and he allowed her to pull him into a hug.
"I miss you." He told her honestly.
"I know honey." She started rubbing small circles on his back, "I want you to come with me."
He pulled away from her sharply, as if he had just snapped out of a hypnotic trance, and started shaking his head at her. "No." He said firmly, "I told you that I couldn't come with you."
She frowned, and then gave him that look again, that look of disappointment that made him want to slap himself.
Kurt looked away, "mom I'm sorry…"
He didn't get a reply, he looked up hesitantly, expecting her gaze to be on him again, but she was gone.
And for some reason, the fact that he had been talking to his mother, the woman he loved and wanted nothing more than to be with- and the fact that she was gone, it hurt him a little inside.
So, standing an shivering in the middle of his bedroom, alone, Kurt began to cry.
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When the psychiatrist came to see him in the morning, Kurt refused to talk.
Burt just said he was being stubborn, and the one time Kurt did talk was when he snapped at the poor guy and told him that he wasn't suicidal.
"Kurt." The man- Tyler, he said to call him- started, "please cooperate, I'm just trying to help you."
Kurt crossed his arms and stayed silent.
"Kurt, for God's sake, please say something." His dad tried.
"I'm not suicidal." Kurt said
"You threw yourself off a bridge, dude." Finn said from where he was watching nervously.
"Only because she told me to!" Kurt shouted.
Tyler leaned forward a little, pen at the ready to scribble down information on his paper. "Who's she?"
Kurt fell silent again, then, "my mother."
Burt stood up and left the room, Carole followed him into the kitchen after glancing back at her stepson. Finn quickly followed the and closed the door behind him.
"Kurt, is it true that your mother has been dead for eight years?" Tyler asked slowly, as if he were worried that Kurt might explode.
Kurt nodded, looking down at the floor.
Tyler scribbled something down on his notepad, then looked back at Kurt, "and you're saying she told you to jump?"
"She's been coming to see me for a few months now." Kurt began, "and she told me to follow her so I did. She took me to the bridge and told me to jump and….I did."
"I think she's just a figment of your imagination, Kurt." Tyler said almost apologetically.
Kurt shook his head, "no, I know she's not."
"How do you know?"
"Because I'm not the only one who has seen her." He said, "dad's seen her too."