So as promised, here's the next chapter. Warning big trigger for some people. The song I used is Breath Me by Sia, I'll put the link at the end. Once again enjoy.

The room is small and cold not that I really care anymore. Everything in my life is shit. I've been lying on my bed for who knows how long, just wishing for Blaine would come back and hold me in his arms. But he doesn't want me anymore. I don't even know where he went, a couple of minutes after he closed the door I heard the front door open and him leave the apartment all together. Since then I've gone from hysterical crying, to yelling, to more crying, to just staring up at the ceiling. I can't cry anymore, I don't think I have anymore tears in me. I think during some time I heard my phone go off, not that I would have answered it. Now I just continued to stare up and feel absolutely numb. Like nothing matters. I could die right now and no one would care, especially me. I stand up and head into the bathroom already know what will make me feel someone, anything.

Help, i have done it, again

I, have been here many times before

hurt myself again today

and, the worst part is there's no one else to blame

I see the razor I used this morning still on the counter. Unlike earlier my pulse doesn't increase, I just don't care anymore. I bring the blade to the inside of my arm and lightly drag it across.

be my friend

hold me, wrap me up

unfold me, i am small and needy

warm me up and breathe me

Everytime I push deeper and deeper, finally feel something. Other than the pain of being alone. I don't even realize tears start to fall down my face, I'm only focused on the beautiful sight of blood dripping down my arm. It's a dark red, and looks like a Garnet gemstone against a pearl.

ouch, i have lost myself again

lost, myself and i am nowhere to be found

yeah. i think that i might break

lost myself again and, i feel unsafe

I hate myself. Everything about me. My face, my weight. How no one can seem to love me, but who could blame them. I am the one a fault in all of this. By now my arm is full of deep red lines. I don't hear anything.

be my friend,

hold me, wrap me up

unfold me, i am small and needy

warm me up and breathe me

There's blood all over my arm and the marble floor. I start to feel dizzy but I don't feel scared, or like I should stop. I need to feel something and I'm just so tired, tired of all the pain, and the self loathing. I just want to sleep. And I get just what I want, everything goes black.

be my friend,

hold me, wrap me up

unfold me, i am small and needy

warm me up and breathe me

Ow. Is the first thing I feel. It's dark, and I can feel the cold bathroom floor beneath me. I slowly stand and search the wall for the light. Right as I flip it on I flinch but as my eyes adjust I see my reflection in the long mirror. My hair is everywhere, my closes are wrinkled, and my eyes are sunken in. I just look at me,how patheticI think. I feel my arm twitch and look down to see more than a dozen, crusted over, cuts that I lightly trace with my fingers. There's still dried blood that I wipe off with water. Then I take water in my hands and gently wipe my face, after I look around the room spotting the razor on the ground I pick it up and hide it in my drawer. Walking out of the bathroom in to our- no my bedroom, I notice the house is still as silent as it has been for hours. As I throw myself on to my bed I hear the light buzy of my phone. I grab it and see I have about five messages, and a miss call.

I read the text messages first,

Kurt I'm sorry I left I just knew you needed time alone. xoBlaine

Wrong. I didn't want to be alone. An hour later,

Is it okay if I come home, it's getting late. xoBlaine

Then,

Are you mad at me? xoBlaine

Followed by,

I understand if you are, please just answer me. xoBlaine

Kurt? xoBlaine

Finally, the text I've just received about another hour after the last says,

Okay I'm staying at a hotel for now, I just don't want to bother you. Please text me that you're okay? That's all I care about. xoBlaine

I'm baffled, I just don't know what to say. After a couple of minutes of thinking I send a quick,

I'm fine. -Kurt

Then turning off my phone, not caring about his reply, and once again falling back down on the bed. I curl up into a ball, pulling the covers to my chin, wishing someone was there to hold me as I fall asleep.

I really hope you all like it and as always please review!

Here's the song: youtube.com/watch?v=fZly12eGpNA