AN: I'm back and I've got a new trick, magical SydSyd is ten times as slick as the last time, the last time you saw me, now you can see that i still write this story. You might know these tricks come in slow, I'm sorry, I'm grounded again, yes I know. This happens oh so often, but at least I'm not rotting in a coffin!
Okay, enough turning Magical Trevor into Authors notes. I'm sorry I haven't updated since mid-March. But I'm grounded again. :P Also, I got distracted with a new fanfic (A Million Little Things) and a book idea I'm toying with. Anywho, ONTO THE STORY.
Disclaimer: I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE KURT IN A KILT TONIGHT. I own Glee in my dreams.
There was a swing set and a yellow swirly slide; there was a set of monkey bars and a sandbox. Kurt knew this place. He hadn't seen it in a long time, but he knew exactly where he was. He was at the playground at his elementary school, sitting on a swing, moving back and forth slowly, his feet barely brushing the ground. No one else was there, the nearby and rusty merry-go-round squeaked as it spun lazily in the breeze.
Kurt hung his head as he waited, occasionally looking up, hoping to spot a familiar figure on the sidewalk. Kurt waited for his mother to come and pick him up.
She never did.
Kurt opened his eyes slowly, not really sure where his emotions were. The reoccurring dream hadn't come up since he was ten years old. He used to cry every time it happened, but this time he didn't.
Mom?
I know, baby, I saw.
Kurt closed his eyes again and let his mind wander, willing it to avoid the dream. Suddenly, he thought of something he'd never asked.
What was that thing in the hospital? The black ghost thing, I mean.
Just an angry spirit. One of the patients who died in the building.
There was something off about her voice, like there was more she wasn't sharing, or she wasn't telling the truth.
Why are you lying? He heard a sigh.
It was my brother, she said. Kurt was confused.
I have an uncle? he asked.
He died before you were born, his mother explained. He wasn't a good person, Kurt. He hurt people when he didn't like them, when they offended him. He went to far as to kill a man in his sleep. He made a noose out of the sheets on his bed in prison, and hung himself a month into his sentence.
I could talk to him the way you can talk to me, his mother said. And he followed me everywhere, making snide comments at everything I did. He despised me, Kurt, because I was the family favorite. Our parents adored me and he never got that kind of attention. He was immature about it. He had taken up drugs in attempt to get that attention, but it didn't work.
One day I was so fed up with it, I was so close to being happy, but he was getting in the way. I had you and your father, and he was just looming there, making my life Hell when it was so close to Heaven. So I yelled at him. I was on my way back from an antique show, and I literally screamed out loud.
Kurt knew what was coming next, but he didn't say anything. He knew what had happened that one night when she was on the way back from an antique show.
That's when the crash happened, she continued, confirming his suspicion. He'd swerved the car right off the road and into a tree. The mirror you saw in the hospital was in the back seat. I'd picked it out because I thought you'd like it. Kurt smiled a little. Now get ready for the cliché part.
There was a pause.
I'm trapped inside.
I was going to make this longer, but for some reason I like making these chapters short. :P More soon!
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