Chapter 17 of You're Taking Over Me- enjoy! :D
So far we have:
Save Me | Embrace Me | Await Me | Intoxicate Me | Leave Me | Dream Me | Forgive Me | Wake Me | Hallucinate Me | Dress Me | Know Me | See Me | Hurt Me | Protect Me | Text Me | Forget Me
Regret Me
Kurt didn't text him today.
Why didn't Kurt text him today?
He texted every single day for the last five weeks.
Why not today?
Blaine sat on the bathroom floor, his head against the sink.
What if he stopped caring?
He stroked the shaving razor in his hands with a gentle finger.
Well, it's not like you were too grateful for him caring before.
He was grateful. He just didn't let Kurt know that. And now he was realizing just how much he depended on Kurt- or Kurt's small gestures of caring- to make it through his day.
Why did he stop?
Blaine disassembled the shaving razor with practiced moves, manhandling it almost gracefully until one of the blades was free.
You're a fool, Blaine Anderson.
He took an unnecessary breath and without further ado, pressed the blade to the skin of his left wrist.
You should've told him, maybe then he would've cared.
One line, deep and red and defined across tan skin.
Ungrateful idiot.
Being precise was all that mattered. The only thought he let in his mind was the thought of drawing the line as straight as possible (another thing he'll never be), exactly an inch below the first.
Kurt doesn't care anymore…
He breathed again, feeling blood trickle down his arm. It was so relieving, like a sip of water after a long day in the desert.
Kurt doesn't care…
His fingers were white, holding the blade tightly as he pushed it through skin again.
Kurt doesn't…
It didn't hurt anymore, just tingled slightly. He let the bloody razor drop to the floor, and closed his eyes.
Kurt.