The pill bottle wouldn't open.

He tried so hard, but it seemed like it wouldn't budge.

Maybe it was because he was shaking like he was in an earthquake.

This was it. This would be the end to everything. He would finally be free from the bullies, the hateful words, and the painful hits. He would be free.

He finally managed to uncap the bottle, and poured out an undefined amount. It didn't matter, it just needed to be enough. That was what was important. That was all that was important.

He grabbed the cup of water he poured earlier and dumped the pills down his throat, swallowing the water to help them down. He sat, waited, and then...

Darkness.

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Why was there light?

Where was he?

Why was he here?

Numb. He was numb again.

That felt so good.

A smile slipped onto Kurts' face for a small moment, until he felt the pressure on his hand.

He opened his eyes and found another, larger hand covering his own, and he looked up to see his father in a chair next to- wait was he in a hospital? Oh god why was he in a hospital? What- Kurt got a good look of his fathers' face, only to be graced with tear trails, red around where his eyes were closed- looking anything but peaceful- and bags under them. He swallowed the lump that suddenly appeared in his throat when he saw that his father was wearing the same clothes he remembered him wearing when he- oh. That's why he was in a hospital. But why? He should be gone now. What had happened?

His father groaned and slowly blinked his eyes open, immediately focusing them on Kurt, and then widening with shock when he saw that he was awake, then his eyes were filled with relief, pain, and regret all at once.

"Kurt," Burt pushed himself out of his chair and gathered Kurt tightly in his arms, like he was hanging on for dear life. "Kurt, oh god I am so sorry I should have known something was up, I shou-"

"Dad, dad" Kurt pushed him back a little so he could into his eyes "W-why are you sorry? You don't have anything to be sorry about..." and when he thought about it, he should be apologizing. Oh, god he was so stupid, he did this to his father. He wouldn't have even said goodbye. "It's me, dad. I'm sorry I- I can't-Kurt suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe. His breath was stuck in his throat and he couldn't catch his breath.

"Kurt- Kurt calm down, ok, take deep breaths, calm down, son." Burt ran his hands through his sons' chestnut hair until he started to calm, and breaths came easier. "You shouldn't apologize, Kurt. I was the one who didn't notice that something was so wrong. I should have been there for you, and I wasn't, I love you, son, and I am so sorry."

Kurt's eyes were filled with tears again, taking in his dads' words, but his heart soared when he said ‘I love you' he had thought his father didn't love him anymore before, and he had thought after what he had done his father would hate him, or at the very least not be comfortable talking to him at all.

"I love you too, dad." His voice was choked, and then he was crying, clutching to his fathers' shirt with all the strength he had, and stayed like that until the nurse came in to check on him a couple of minutes later. She silently checked his charts, and a bunch of other things that Kurt had no idea what they were or what they stood for. She asked a few questions, like how he was feeling and if he wanted water, to which he answered yes, and she went to abide to his wish.

"Dad," Kurt said, once she had left. He swallowed the new lump in his throat "w-what happened?" his voice was so small Kurt cringed when he was finished, both for that and knowing he wouldn't want to know what the answer was

"That- it doesn't matter right now, Kurt. You just get some sleep, ok?" Kurt knew it wasn't a question, and he did his best to, and after finding a comfortable position, eventually did.

It was first time in almost a year that he didn't have any nightmares.

It was amazing.

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A week later and Kurt was out of the hospital, diagnosed with depression, given medication to control it, and was currently sitting at the dinner table with his dad, who was wearing a serious expression, one he had worn far too much in this past week.

They had been sitting in silence for over 10 minutes, and Kurt was really starting to worry.

"Dad?"

Burt looked up quickly "Wha- oh, right, um..." Burt looked Kurt in the eyes before he continued "Kurt... we're moving."

"WHAT?" why were they moving? Oh, god it was because of him. The doctors probably told him that Kurt needed to be moved away from the base of his problems and now they were spending money they didn't have to move, probably to a different state, and-

"Kurt, calm down, ok." Burt placed his hand on top of Kurts' shaking one "Look I can't have you going back to that school. Now I know that that private school would be the best place but, buddy I just don't have that kind of money. But I do have enough to get us away from this town, and we will."

Kurt felt like crying again, something he also found himself to be doing too much lately. "You're gonna go to a new school and it'll be better, bud, I promise."

"When?" Kurt whispered

"'bout a week."

Kurt took a deep, shuddering breath.

"I'll go... pack."

"Kurt," you could hear the warning in Burts' voice, and it killed Kurt to know that Burt thought he was going back to cutting.

"Dad... I- I'm not... doing that, I'm just... packing. Promise." With a curt head nod, albeit still wary look, Burt let him go up to his room, in which he did, in fact, pack all his things away, being especially careful with family pictures, especially ones in which his mother was still in.

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Two weeks later and they had moved into a new house. It had two stories, 3 bedrooms, and 2 baths, and they had most things set up to live in.

Kurt was fully signed up for his new school, William McKinley High School, and would be getting his class schedule soon, and would be going in early to find out where all his classes were so he wasn't lost.

He had a little less than two weeks of summer left. This had been the quickest, and longest summer of his life. It was also the worst.

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The rest of The Worst Summer Ever passed quickly and uneventfully, and soon he was standing in front of his new school, hoping for the best and expecting the worst.