A/N: Sorry this took me forever to write. This is the end of it, however, I am sad to say. The muse has been lost and I have other fanfiction that needs attending to. But thanks for reading! I'm glad people have enjoyed it. For those of you who don't know, michallev was the original author of the story. He needed someone to take it off his hands and that's what I have done. It's nothing to how he would've written it... his would've been better. I'm just glad people have read this and for the most part have enjoyed it. Here's the last chapter.
Kurt Hummel dreamt about his mother that night. Not about the accident, not about those sick men who caused all of his pain, but about the beautiful lady with chocolate brown hair that gleamed in the bright sunlight. She wore a yellow sun-dress and a pair of white sandals. She was gardening outside their house, picking a few flowers to take inside. Her flowers were different colors, pinks and purples... Kurt watched her. She didn't even notice that her son was there until he spoke.
"Mommy?"
She turned around. A child Kurt stood there with big, weepy eyes.
"Kurt! What happened?" she said, rushing over to him and kneeling down to his height. She had the same eye color as Kurt did, a lovely sea green.
"Don't leave me, mommy," he said softly through his tears.
"What makes you think that I'll ever leave you?" she said softly, her smooth hand against Kurt's face. The scene changed and an older child Kurt looking at his deceased mother laying in a coffin, pale with all emotion gone from her still lovely face. She was wearing her yellow sun-dress...
"Mommy," he said softly, his voice cracking. His expression was hard and cold, and not a tear fell. He just stared at her lifeless body for awhile.
The scene changed once more to a teenage Kurt dressing himself in front of his mirror. He was fixing a bow-tie. He shifted it over and over.
"Kurt?" a voice said, a lovely voice.
Kurt spun around. There she was...his mother with a radiance about her coming towards him. He had rooted himself. He could not move.
"I'm sorry that I left you."
Kurt burst into a random bout of tears as he reached forth and grabbed his mother.
"Mom!" he said through his tears. She stroked his back.
"Be strong, my son. Know that I'm here in spirit..."
And Kurt awoke.
Daylight streamed through his window. He blinked his eyes a few times. It was morning already? How did the time go so fast? He surveyed his surroundings and everything was in their proper place. He sighed and ran a sweaty palm through his wild bed-head. He was drenched with perspiration.
"Kurt, you awake?" said his father from the top of the stairs.
"Yeah, dad," he croaked out, his voice still thick with sleep. He walked to his bathroom. His flipped on the lights and looked at his face. Everything was healed now. The physically pain was gone. All Kurt had to do now was fix his inner pain with hard-work. His eyes were sagging, puffy and red. He looked like he hadn't received any sleep in so long...and he probably hadn't.
"No," he muttered to himself in the mirror. It was a wretched sight. "I'm not suppose to be like this." He touched a hand to his face. "This isn't me."
After his meetings with the other PTSD victims, he felt more and more "happy" as some called it. Kurt just felt relieved. It never helped with the nightmares, the tossing and the turning, the staying up till 4 in the morning, staring at the ceiling. Nighttime was when all the horrors came out: Kurt's horrors.
"I can't be like this anymore..."
He turned on the bathwater and plugged up the tub. He let it fill it, and he got in, the water dissolving most of his stress. It never lasted. Nothing lasted.
He stayed in there for a good 20 minutes. He got out, dried himself, and dressed himself. School started soon.
He dressed in classic Kurt garb, with white slacks and a tuxedo vest. He still looked terrible, but a little makeup could fix that. He dabbed some concealer under his eyes, powdered it with some pressed powder, and put a little bit of mascara on to make him not look so exhausted. He grabbed his sack and went to school that day, his father driving him.
"I love you," said his dad before he left. Kurt just gave him a small smile and walked into school.
"Hi, Kurt," said Mercedes when he reached his locker.
"Hi, 'Cedes," he said softly, exhausted.
"How are you?"
He nodded. "I'm...okay."
She gave him a hug and he gladly took it, squeezing her tightly. When they pulled away from each other, she smiled at him.
"I love you," she said.
The first bell rang and they parted ways to get to their separate classes. Kurt had Biology, Mercedes had Algebra II.
"Hey, bud," said Finn when he had reached Biology.
"Hey, Finn," Kurt muttered.
"How are you?"
He sighed. He had been asked this already.
"Fine," he said.
The class started and Kurt felt Finn pat him on the back once. Kurt placed his head in his palms and watched the teacher solemnly.
"Hey, Kurt," said Rachel Berry during the 5 minutes between class. "How are you?"
Again with the question.
"I'm fine, Rachel, thank you." He said this a bit tightly, but managed to not make it too noticeable.
"That's good. See you in glee." She smiled at him and walked away. Kurt watched her as she walked away.
The end of the day rolled around. Kurt had decided to sleep a bit in the nurse's office after his small meeting with Emma Pillsbury. He awoke without dreaming-thank goodness-and then decided to walk to glee.
"Hummel," said a very familiar voice. Kurt braced himself and turned around. It was Azimio, alone and without Karofsky.
"Yes?" he said, not wanting to do this.
"I'm...sorry."
He blinked. Wait. What?
"Pardon?" said Kurt.
"I said I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry that I've been such a dick to you. I'm sorry Krofsky has too." He watched the floor. Kurt just nodded.
"Oh."
"Yeah. I just wanted to say that, cause, you know."
"Yeah. Thanks." Kurt gave him a small smile.
Azimio nodded and walked away. Kurt watched him walk away. Today he had received many "I love you's" and concerns. He walked into the glee room.
"Glad you could join us, Kurt," said Will Schuester with a smile. Kurt nodded and walked to his usual seat next to Rachel and a few seats over from Puck.
People welcomed him and smiled at him. He felt safe here. He liked how he could feel the radiating love from the people in the room. Even Rachel Berry was welcoming. His outlook had changed on this glee club. He loved them. All of them. He loved them so much.
Kurt POV
It funny how one thing could change your life. In a matter of minutes my mother died from that wreck. In a matter of minutes I was scarred for life. I might eventually get over this, and that process-it seems-is already well under-way. I go to the community center often to talk with that group. Tory and I have become great friends. She's taking speech classes now. Her vocal chords were severely damaged after her run-in with those jocks. They had all but graduated now, because the girl she liked was a senior when she was a freshman. She's in the same grade I am. Honestly, I've never met anyone more beautiful in my life, beside my mother.
I think I'm healing. Things like this happen to a number of people, unfortunately. Bigotry is a disease that affects people's minds. The people that don't care about fellow man and just themselves are usually affected. What was done to me was a hate-crime. No one should have to face that. No one should have to live their life in fear. I think with the help of my friends I can overcome this, but what happens to the people who are shunned from others? They are pushed to their own little island, marooned there. The metaphorical waves of depression breaks against the shore, and then drown.
Well. I hope my story has touched a few people. Hopefully people change because of me. I think Azimio has, and hopefully Karofsky as well. Either way, it was nice that I received an apology. I think I even altered Rachel's outlook. She calls me a few times and she tells me that she cares a lot about me. I find it nice that she has enough courage to say that. Rachel Berry probably would not say that to people that she dislikes unless her eyes had been opened, which they have.
If you know anyone that had an experience like mine, be their friend. Don't let them slip away.
Uh... The End?
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