Prompt: David Rossi - "Scars show us where we've been, they do not dictate where we're going" -'Criminal Minds'

"Here, let me carry those," Carole said, reaching out to take the garment bags that held my new school uniforms from me.

I relinquished them to here, feeling guilty. She should be planning and packing for her honeymoon with my Dad, not helping me move into a dorm at Dalton Academy. I felt bad that they had to give up their trip to send me here.

"I'm sorry," I told her again, as my dad pulled the suitcase out of the back of the truck.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for," Carole replied, just like she had every time I had offered an apology. "Your safety and happiness is more important than any trip."

I simply nodded as the three of use headed toward the dorm building. After one wrong turn, we found the correct room. The door was standing half open, and though it was going to be my room, I knocked on the door before entering. My new roommate looked up at me over top of the textbook he was reading.

"Hey, Kurt," Wes, the head of the Warbler Council who I had met on my spying trip, said in greeting. "These your parents?" he asked, getting to his feet.

I nodded and then introduced them to him. Before long, my parents had left leaving me alone with my new roommate with the task of settling in. I looked at my belongings, piled at the foot of my bed, and knew that I didn't want to. What I wanted to do was gather everything up and go back to my life. Back to my friends and family that I had been forced to leave behind because of some bully and a school board that chose not to do any thing about one student threatening and bullying another.

"It isn't fair," I said quietly, mostly to myself, as I sank down to the floor, my back against the unmade bed.

Wes crossed over to the door, pushed it shut and then moments later was sitting next to me.

"It's going to be okay, Kurt," he assured me, reaching out and draping an arm across my shoulders.

"I don't want to be here. It's not fair that I'm the one who has to leave," I said, reaching up to wipe away the tears that I couldn't hold back any longer.

"I know but you've got to do what you have to in order to stay safe. I don't know what happened at McKinley, but you've obviously had a rough time. You can't do anything to change that, however you can choose not to let what happened there effect the rest of your life. Dalton is a good school, and there are a great bunch of guys here. Don't close yourself off from the new experiences and relationships that are going to be open to you because of what happened in the past."

Wiping more tears away, I considered my new roommate's words and could see the truth in them.