Prologue: Words Can Hurt And Kill
"Why can't you just leave me the hell alone?! Why can't you see that we are different?" Finn Hudson shouted. In front of him was an obviously hurt Kurt Hummel.
"I am and I have tried!" The smaller teen shouted back. "I have been redecorating the room for weeks! What the hell do you want?"
"Well the first thing that needed to be gone is this faggy lamp!" The giant teen bellowed, unaware that he had shouted the word that hurt Kurt most out loud. "And this faggy carpet! And all these swinging decorations! What do you think I am?! I'm not a girl!"
There was an eerie moment of silence but the taller didn't give the other one a break.
"See? This is your problem. And don't get me start on you about the duet with Sam! Have you ever thought of what singing with you will do to his reputation?! Just look at me! Before you fix all these things I'm not stepping into this room! I'm staying at Puck's house. I'm not coming to dinner!"
Then Finn stormed out the room and slammed the front door close. As soon as the slamming voice faded out, Kurt collapsed to the ground. His almost step-brother just called him that hurtful word. He once hoped that he would have someone after all these years of bullying of being gay, being just for himself, the way heaven created him. Now it was obvious that it was only a dream, an unreachable dream. His almost step-brother chose reputation over him. Kurt broken into silent sobs with the suffocating feeling of helplessness, hopelessness and despair.
"Kurt? Kiddo, you home?" It was his dad. His supporting dad. Quickly tidying up himself, he opened the door and called back.
"I'm here dad." He said.
"Where's Finn?" Burt asked, wondering where the other teen was and not noticing the hurt in his own son's eyes. Those beautiful glasz eyes once burnt with the fire of life, now it was dull and dead as a stagnant pool.
"He's at Puck's house." Kurt replied, his heart was hurting more as his father paid more attention to Finn than him. But it was kind of obvious, right? Finn was tall, had average grades, loves sports or other activities that a guy would like and the most important of all, he was straight. People who hadn't lost their mind would definitely choose Finn as their son over him.
"Oh. What happened?" Burt asked as he kicked off his shoes and not looking at his son.
Slowly, Kurt told him everything but skip the word faggy. He didn't want his dad to be alone for him by breaking up with Carole. No one deserved to be alone, well he might be the exception. What he didn't expect was his dad to say,
"Well he has a point." Burt said. "He is not like you so you couldn't force him and you have to consider Sam too."
Kurt barely heard what his dad said after that. What did that mean? He had got over Finn's crush a long time ago. The situation now was for his dad, not him! And Sam's thing. Did they think he force Sam to have a duet with him?! For heaven's sake it was Sam who approached him and asked him to have a duet with him. Kurt himself had questioned whether he would risk his fame to do so and the blonde said he didn't care about that. Why did everyone think that it was always him in the wrong? Because he's gay and he might corrupt the straight guys?! Homosexual was not a disease! It was inborn and was determined by heaven as soon as the parents mated! All of a sudden, Kurt felt that he couldn't breathe and felt the entire world grew dim.
"I'm tired." Kurt said suddenly. "I need to have some sleep."
With that he went back to his room and locked himself up. He immediately dropped to the floor. He wanted to cry and scream. But he couldn't. He felt empty, despair and lonely. He didn't have anyone. Not his dad, not Carole, not Mr. Schuester, and definitely not his "friends" at glee club. Mercedes was becoming quite a homophobe. Quinn and Santana didn't care. Brittany of course cared, but it was like a five years old child caring, not much help. Mike and Matt, as well as the new ones: Artie, Sam and Tina, didn't even know them. And Rachel, Puck and Finn, hell no. He was alone, completely helpless. All of a sudden, he could take no more. He was not as strong as they thought. The fortress crumbled down and Kurt thought of nothing but to run away, to escape. He got to his feet and shoved his credit card, his notebook and some clothes to change into his bag and left the house, his father didn't even notice him leaving.
Tears streaming down, Kurt started to run and didn't look back. Then after a few blocks from his house, as he ran across a road with a green light, a truck ran into him at full speed. The pain was excruciating, Kurt could feel his bones crack and blood were seeping through the wounds. That's it. This was his death, bleed to death. Finally, he could escape from this cruel world. As his consciousness began to slip away, he saw a figure coming towards him.
"Help me." This was his last words before darkness engulfed him.