AN: So this drabble goes along with drabble 93 "Saved Me". In it, Kurt mentions thinking about suicide at one point. This drabble and the next one deals with that instance. Inspired by lyrics from -"Pieces" by Sum 41
The empty driveway told me that my Dad had yet to come home from work which meant I wouldn't have to try to explain why I was coming home late. I was grateful for that. Though I had gotten good at hiding things from my Dad, and not letting on that anything was wrong, I was no good at lying to him. If he asked me direct question, I always felt compelled to tell him the truth - and the last thing I wanted to try doing is explaining where I had gone after school today.
The item I had purchased after school today weighed heavily in my pocket as I headed toward my room. I knew what I was contemplating was a desperate act but it seemed like the only escape from the constant bullying at school. I knew I was different from my peers. I had figured that out a long time ago though I hadn't admitted it to even myself until eighth grade and still tried to hide it from other people. Apparently I wasn't doing such a good job though. People knew or thought they knew, and those people didn't like it. I was tired of the harassment. Tired of being thrown in the dumpster, having stuff thrown at me, or pushed into a locker. It wasn't like I was doing anything to anyone else.
Down in my room, I tossed my bag on my bed and then sat down. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my earlier purchase. Flipping the blade open, I looked down at the gleaming metal. It was my way out of this hell that I was living. Two quick slices that was all it would take.
I pushed the blade back in. I had made the decision on the way home that I wouldn't do it here. I didn't want my dad to be the one to find me. I knew this was going to hurt him but at least I could spare him that. I tucked the pocket knife into the front compartment of my bag. My plan was to go into the locker room after the sports practices had start tomorrow afternoon. With any luck it would be one of the football goons who had been making my life a living hell that would find me. Maybe that sight would make them think about their actions.
Zipping the compartment up, I headed upstairs to start dinner. I would enjoy one last meal with my father and then escape from this life I was living.