Well. Hello there.
Long time no see, I believe. Well, guess what?
I'M BACKKKKKKKKKK!
My hiatus is officially over. School is finally winding down for winter break and I finally found the time to finish this chapter. I had planned to come back sooner, like around the end of November, but that just didn't end up happening. This chapter was originally supposed to be twice as long but I like where it ended here. On the bright side, though, that means that I am already half-way done with the next chapter so that should be up before Christmas, and if not then definitely before the end of the year.
Also, I feel the need to mention the horrible tragedy that occurred in Connecticut this past week. I am completely astounded that something like could have happened and my heart goes out to the families and friends of the 28 victims. I pray that none of my readers were among them or knew them, as no one should have to go through something like that, and know that I am sending my deepest condolences your way if you were.
OK, OK, I think I made you wait long enough. Enjoy Chapter 5. : )
Blaine's head was spinning the entire way home.
He hadn't let himself think about anything while at the hospital, and frankly, he didn't want to think about it now, either. But his mind wouldn't let him. The rush of emotion hit him like a concrete wall and thoughts of his mysterious stalker filled his head. Images of the warning letter and his vandalized picture kept flooding his mind, the threatening words repeating themselves over and over like a pulsing in his brain. Blaine felt as if his entire head was throbbing and it was going to explode any second. He could barely see through his tears and was surprised to find that he had made it home in one piece, considering that he didn't even remember turning down his own street.
He sat in his driveway for several minutes, just letting his tears fall. It was only after he realized that he never ended up calling his mom again that Blaine attempted to get his tears under control. Stop crying, he thought to himself as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve. I don't know anything for sure. It could have just been a freak accident.
He took a deep breath, only for it to come out shaky as he pulled his visor down to look in the mirror, checking to make sure that there was no evidence left on his face from his breakdown. His eyes were a little red, but other than that he appearance was acceptable. He doubted that his mom would even notice.
He sighed heavily before stepping out of his mom's car, shutting the door a little too hard as he started walking towards his front door. He was fumbling with his house keys when he mother unlocked the door.
"I was starting to get worried about you. Where have you been?" she said as she pulled him into a hug.
"Mom I'm so sorry. I swear I ended up falling asleep at the hospital last night and then I forgot to call you first thing this morning. I promise it won't happen again."
Blaine's mother could hear the sincerity in his voice and see the fear present in his eyes. She was curious as to what had put it there but didn't press the matter any further, as Blaine was usually the kind of kid who would only tell his secrets when he was ready.
"It's ok. I figured that something like that must of happened, but had you not shown up in an hour or so I was planning on calling the cops to report you missing. You really scared me Blaine."
"I know. And I'm sorry. Like I said, it won't happen again," Blaine said as he squeezed his mother closer to him. He could really use her support right now, but he was afraid of what she might suggest he do. He pulled away from his mother and stepped through his front door. He kept one arm on her shoulder, but took it back as he said, "Look, I'm still really tired and all so I think I'm going to go lay down for a little while."
"Okay," she sighed. "Call me if you need anything."
He sauntered off to his room, shutting and locking his door as he grabbed his iPod off his desk and collapsed onto his back on his bed.
He scrolled through his music, trying to find something to help him cope with the throbbing of his brain but wouldn't upset him too much. It had to be the perfect song: not one that was too cheerful, as that would just make him want to throw his iPod across his room. But the song couldn't be too morbid or lugubrious either, or else he would just end up hating his life even more than he already did at that moment. It had to be a perfect balance of the two: one that was sad enough to comfort him with the fact that he was not the only one with a troubled life, but one that could also help him cope with it and possibly help get him through it.
His eyes scanned the titles of the songs rolling by, each time looking for that perfect song. There, he thought as his eyes registered on a song. His thumb stopped moving and quickly started again in the opposite direction. He stopped on the song's title, clicking the center button to allow the the opening chords to start flowing through his headphones:
Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now, I'm six feet from the edge
And I'm thinking maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
Blaine let the melody of the song flow through him, filling him to the core while relieving some of his stress by putting his current feelings into words. He felt like he was being suffocated, his stalker slowly closing his airway by taking away the one thing in his life other than Oxygen that he couldn't live without.
I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out, "Heaven save me"
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now, I'm six feet from the edge
And I'm thinking maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
Hold me now, I'm six feet from the edge
And I'm thinking maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
I'm so far down
Blaine took a shaky breath as he tried to control the tightening in his chest. He didn't want to think about his stalker. Not now, not ever. He tried focusing everything he had on the music that was currently coursing through him. He curled into himself as he repositioned himself onto his side, bringing his knees up towards his chest. Unshed tears were beginning to pool in his eyes and his knuckles were turning white with how tightly he was gripping his iPod, as if doing so was the only thing keeping him from losing control.
Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's
Something left for me
So please come stay with me
'Cause I still believe there's
Something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me
Hold me now, I'm six feet from the edge
And I'm thinking
Hold me now, I'm six feet from the edge
And I'm thinking maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
Hold me now, I'm six feet from the edge
And I'm thinking maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
Blaine's tears slowly streaked down his face, his mind finally finding some solace from all of his troubles as he drifted off to sleep.
Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding on to all I think is safe
Well, what did you think?
The song is One Last Breath by Creed. I didn't feel like reading back over this to check for errors (I skimmed it though) so let me know if you see any typos or anything that needs to be fixed.
Also, go and thank RainySunnyEnding for me for her fantastic shout-out to me that totally made my week and her amazing & way-too-kind words about this story that pushed me to upload this today (when I am supposed to be studying for my midterm exams tomorrow) rather than waiting until this weekend to do it. Her story Tears & Cookies is fabulous and you should go check it out as a way to thank her. And to RainySunnyEnding herself, Thank you and keep writing amazing stuff. :)
I also need a chapter title for this chapter, so let me know if you have any ideas!
