A/N: I wanted this chapter up ASAP, so I didn't make many corrections. Sorry for that, so ENJOY? Maybe that isn't the right word...

Chapter 4 – It's Not My Time

Kurt

After I hung up on Blaine, I kind of regretted it. He was just worried for me, needed to hear my voice, know I was OK. I sit on my bed, staring at my phone, waiting for a text message or another call from him. None come. I wonder if I upset him, or if he really did go to class. I decide to put a movie on, because just sitting around the house with it being completely silent made me jumpy.

I settle on one of my favorite musicals The Sound of Music, hoping that Julie Andrews can make me smile, and take my mind off things. By the time I get to the part where she sings My Favorite Things to the children, I've forgotten some of my troubles, and become less jumpy to the small noises of the house. I didn't notice, but I had left my phone on my bed, and with I being on the couch downstairs, it was out of my reach.

It was about 11:00 am when I started my movie, and I finished watching it at around 1:45 pm. I won't lie I rewound a few parts because I love them so much. It happened when I picking out my next movie. I was about to put in Mary Poppins, being in a Julie Andrews mood, when I heard a noise. That noise gave me a chill all the way to my bones, all it was was a twisting of the doorknob. Did Finn forget to lock the door when he left this morning?

The door was locked, and he continued to try to get in. I had opened the window next to the door earlier. Very unluckily for me, he saw the open window. I was still in the living room, sitting on the floor in front of the DVD player, movie case in hand. I didn't dare make a move. Didn't dare make a noise. I could hear him in the house now. Big feet clunking on the floor, I cowered from the place I was sitting. I was out of sight, the couch blocking his view of me. Then he spoke, and my suspicions on who it was, were confirmed. He whispered my name, never in my life did I think that a whisper would be so menacing. "Kurt? Where are you Kurt?" His foot steps were growing louder, he was getting closer, and I was frozen in my place. He was in the doorway of the living room, he stopped moving "I know you're in here Kurt." Karofsky starts to walk around the couch, as I crawl around the couch in the opposite way. Keeping out of his view as much as possible. When he was in the front of the couch I was crouched behind the back, staring at the walkway to the kitchen. Karofsky jumps on the couch, and it tips over, forcing me from my hiding spot, and having my back up against the wall. Karofsky causally walks off the couch, because the back of in is now on the floor.

Karofsky come up to me and pins me up against the wall, a hand covering my throat. "I told you I would kill you if you told." With my air pipes being mostly closed off I choke my response, "I didn't tell!" He squeezes my throat tighter. "Lier! You told! And I'm a man of my word, Faggot. I said I would kill you, and I'm here to do just that. It'll be at least 3 O'Clock until someone come to find out. But don't worry, I'm not just going to suffocate you. I will make this as painful as possible." Karofsky lets my throat go, and I stumble into the kitchen. I scramble to get underneath the table, I need to get out of here! Phone! Where's your phone! I think frantically.

Karofsky stomps over, picks up the kitchen table with both of his hands, throws the table through the kitchen window, leaving me cowering in the middle of the kitchen. Shards of glass from the window flew far enough to hit me in several places, I could feel blood starting to seep from neck, and someplace by my right knee. I let one scream escape, as he cornered me. As soon as he got close enough, he kicked me, when he wasn't satisfied with my reaction, he kicked me in my ribs. CRACK. He definitely broke one, or two. I try not to scream, I know my screams are just making this better for him. The stupid smirk he wore proved that. Then he kicked me with as much force as possible, in the place no man should be kicked. "AHHHHH!" Karofsky laughs, "You don't need those anyway." Now he kicks my head. By now I'm biting my lip so hard, to muffle my screams of pain, that I taste blood in my mouth.

I have my hands above me looking for something to grab onto, something to pull myself away from him. I finally find the wall, and I pull myself out of the kitchen, Karofsky was caught of guard, and I was able to get to my feet, and run to the stairs. Cell phone is on your bed, RUN! RUN! YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON THIS! I know I won't get to my phone in time, he's already caught up with me and I'm almost to the top of the staircase.

The back side of his hand collides with the side of my face, knocking me over, my head hits a stair, and I can feel blood leaking onto the staircase, my hair now matted and wet from the blood oozing out. My face is wet, not from blood, but from tears, I know now that I am going to die today.

A laugh from Karofsky fills the house, drowning out my screams. For a moment, just a moment, he turns around, thinking I'm done for, but I manage to pry myself off the top stair, and start to drag myself across the ground, heading towards my room. He heard me panting, turns around and in one bound, jumps on top of me. His feet implanted in my back , CRACK more bones snap. Blood pouring out of my mouth now. Your body can only take so much pain before the world fades around you. That's exactly what happened to me, the world around me faded, the last image I saw Karofsky standing over me, laughing at my pain.

I vaguely remember someone yelling my name, he looked like an angel his words made no sense to me though. My mind couldn't comprehend his words. "Stay with me, Kurt!" and "There is a ambulance on its way! Stay awake!" I knew the words should make sense but they didn't I just wanted to sleep, I'm so tired. "Blaine. I n-need Blaine." Words tumble out of my mouth, and the angel above me answers, these words do register in my mind, "I am Blaine. I'm here Kurt."

Three more words fall from my mouth, "I love you," Then the real world, the painful world vanished, and a new world was opened that I'm sure only I could see.

A/N: Okay, don't hurt me! Kurt isn't dead! And this is NOT the end of the story. A special thanks to my friend Rebecca, she helped me with some of the violence of Karofsky towards Kurt. (Hate her not me!)

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