Hey everyone! Sorry it's been a few weeks. My writer's block is remaining. I wrote this, and I'm not really sure what I was thinking. I kind of like the direction I went with this, but all I can think is poor Kurt D: Anyways, hope you like it. If you hate me, sorry. Thank you for putting up with my stories and for reading/rating/favoriting/ whatever else. I love you all so much like you don't even know. -Much love, xoxo
It had been a month or so since the day I'd overdosed. Everyone at school, especially Dave and his buddies, had been referring to me as 'the freak who almost killed himself'. It's all because Rachel can't keep her mouth shut. Blaine and I were going to keep it between just us, and of course Finn and my family. But, Finn had told Rachel, and that girl can't keep a secret. So now I'm more of a freak than I was before, and Karofsky's still been giving me hell.
"Hey baby," Blaine said happily, coming up behind me at my locker, grabbing my hips and placing a soft kiss on my cheek.
"Hey love," I said, smiling at him and returning the kiss.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked me seriously, talking quietly for only me to hear.
"I'm fine," I shrugged, not really sure how I was doing. "Still a freak," I laughed gently.
Blaine frowned at me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You're no freak. You're perfect," he whispered, kissing me quickly.
"Thank you sweetheart, but that's not what they think," I said, gesturing to the crowded hallway beside me.
"Who cares what they think? Fuck them," he said seriously, frowning.
"I really love you, Blaine, but it's not that easy," I whispered, pulling out of his grip and closing my locker, walking to our next class.
I watched Kurt walk away, knowing he needed some space for himself. It hurt my heart to see the love of my life, look so sad. Kurt was completely perfect, and knowing he couldn't see that, made me really angry at everyone. Especially Dave. He had no business making anyone feel like shit, but especially not my Kurt. I sighed angrily, punching the locker next to Kurt's before walking off to our class behind him. I stared at him throughout the whole class, patiently awaiting lunch.
After the bell rang, I jumped up from my seat and rushed to stand in front of Kurt's, holding out my hand for him. He smiled brightly up at me, taking my hand delicately. "The day's halfway over," Kurt said, smiling at me.
Blaine had to leave me during lunch to use the restroom. I was completely okay with it until I said Dave walking towards me. I stood up and tried to leave the lunch room, but he followed me. I heard him yelling my name, so I started to run. I was almost to the restroom when he caught me. He pushed me down, then climbed on top of me, pinning me to the ground. I laid there helplessly as he told me how stupid and worthless I was. All of it reminded me why I almost killed myself in the first place. Then he hit me. I tried to scream as he punched me in the face, but he placed his other hand over my mouth.
"Say one word and I'll kill you right here," he hissed at me, punching me in my left eye again. I couldn't stop the whimper that came out of me, because it hurt a lot. I started crying, and that made him angrier. I laid there as he beat me, almost throwing up as he punched me in the stomach. He stood up, dragging me with him out the nearest exit. He took me right behind the cafeteria, where it was nothing but brick walls. He slammed me up against the brick and continued punching me. I was to the point where I just gave up. I didn't try to fight back. It's like I wanted him to beat me to death. He let me go and I stumbled a little, my vision blurry and my face wet with tears. I thought I was free until I saw him pull his pocket knife out of his back pocket. That's when I started to get actually scared. I tried to run, but I couldn't. He caught me and slammed me against the wall again.
"I'm going to kill you," he whispered, pulling the blade out. He held it up to my face, showing it to me. I held my breath and closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the pain. He ran the knife down my face and neck, holding the blade sideways so it wasn't cutting me. He got to my stomach and pulled the knife away. I thought he changed his mind, but he didn't. I was wrong. He mumbled things to me about being pathetic and weak, and that's when I felt the pain in my stomach. He had stabbed me, right above my bellybutton. I could feel the blood seep through my shirt instantly, and I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. My eyes were wide and crying, but I stayed silent. Dave backed away from me for a second, staring at me with a smirk on his face. My back was still against the wall as I slowly sank to the ground. I covered the wound with my hand, right when Blaine came running out the door.
"Kurt! Kurt, oh my god! Kurt!" he screamed, running towards me. I looked up and made eye contact with him, seeing him begin to cry. Dave charged at him, holding the knife in front of him. He was right in front of Blaine when I screamed. Dave turned around and started walking back towards me.
"I told you not to say anything," he said angrily, almost in front of me again.
"I didn't….say anything," I whispered, wincing at the pain in my stomach.
My smartass attitude didn't make the situation any better. He got angrier and knelt down in front of me. He glared at me, pulling back and stabbing my stomach again. I screamed louder as Blaine stood behind Dave, trying to pull him off of me. Blaine was strong, but Dave was twice his size and probably about 100 pounds heavier too. Dave stabbed me again, right beside the other two and I screamed again, crying harder at the sharp pain in my abdomen. I couldn't really understand what Blaine said, because he was crying almost as hysterically as I was, but I saw him punch Dave in the side of the head, causing him to turn around.
"I'll kill him," Dave threatened, glaring at Blaine. Blaine punched him again, causing Dave to drop the knife in order to fight back. Blaine backed away, then kicked Dave in his crotch as hard as he could. Dave screamed, falling to the ground, holding his crotch. I laid on the ground with my hands over my stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. Blaine ran over to me, placing his hands under me gently and picking me up.
"I'm so sorry Kurt. I'm so sorry," he cried, carrying me through the parking lot to his car. I felt extremely bad because I couldn't bring myself to talk. I mumbled something incoherently and cried harder. I literally felt like I was going to die.
I carried Kurt to my car, placing him in the passenger's seat as carefully as I could. I got into the car and started it. I took my jacket off, placing it over Kurt's stomach. It's not like I thought it would actually help, but I was desperate enough to try.
"Hold it there tightly, okay?" I said, wiping the tears from my face. I looked in my rearview mirror, and saw Dave limping towards my car.
"Shit," I mumbled, driving away as quickly as I could. I reached over and laid my hand over Kurt's on his stomach.
"You're gonna be okay, Kurt. I'm taking you to the hospital and they'll help you," I said, trying to sound as comforting as possible.
"Blood, Blaine," Kurt mumbled, staring at me with glassy eyes. I cursed to myself as we stopped at a red light. I looked over at Kurt, and saw his blood-covered hands.
"I know, baby, but you'll be okay I promise," I reassured him, squeezing his hand tightly as I started driving again. I kept glancing at Kurt every few seconds, getting more anxious every time. I started driving faster, praying that I wouldn't get pulled over for speeding. I listened to Kurt whimper in pain, as I approached the hospital. I parked as close to the entrance as I could, getting out of the car and trying to pull him out of it as quickly as I could.
I carried him inside, not knowing what to do. Luckily, the lady at the front desk yelled for a nurse when she saw the now-bloody jacket over Kurt's stomach. I stood there in shock as two nurses wheeled a gurney over to me, telling me to lay him down gently. I ran behind them as they wheeled Kurt away. Another nurse stopped me, and I tried to ignore her as I saw them take Kurt into some room down the hallway.
"Sir, you can't be in there right now," she said calmly, putting a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged her off and tried to stay calm.
"I need to be with him," I begged.
"You can't. Not right now. They'll have to stitch up the wounds," she explained.
I started crying again, reaching up and running a hand through my gelled hair. I followed the nurse to a waiting room, sitting in a chair in the corner. I was the only person in the room, so I let myself cry. I knew Kurt was going to be okay, but I hated myself. I shouldn't have left him, and it was my fault. I knew Dave was a bully, but I didn't think he was psychotic.