"Kurt, you are brave. You are so brave to call, it's not weak. You are following your heart that you still want to live. I'm glad you're still alive."
That struck a chord in Kurt's heart. He's-whoever this person is, a stranger on the phone- he's happy that he's alive. That kind of appreciation people took for granted, that purpose for him to be on this Earth was neglected and yet this person is happy that's he's living. For simply living.
"I..I don't know what to say.." Kurt glanced down at the scars, the line of scratches across his tummy. The tears wouldn't stop, the feelings kept haunting, even now there's a voice anchor helping him stay afloat of the drowning voices. "I-How.. I don't know.. I feel like I'm lost, I've lost myself in this.. world.. I'm drowning, I.. I can't breathe.." Kurt clutched his chest, panic rising and he fought for some air.
"Kurt? Stay with me, deep breaths okay you're having a panic attack. Can you breathe now? Come on, in, out. Kurt. Okay.."
"I.. I gotta go." Kurt heard the door unlock, quickly switching his phone off and wiped the sweat off his face. He hid under his duvets, biting his lips and trying not to tremble in wrecked sobs. He just called a suicide hotline.