The bullies walked away from the room without a second glance.

The boy now realised how much pain he was in, but luckily the bullies hadn't taken his phone.

Kurt tried rolling himself over, but he was in agony. That was out of the question. He was even in too much pain to reach down to his jean pocket and get out his phone to call his room mates.

The only thing he could do was to wait and hope that a teacher would walk down this corridor and hear his groans. He was in the Janitor's closet at Dalton Academy. Supposedly the school has a no-tolerating bullying policy but so far the teachers had managed to overlook that one.

After what seemed like hours later, Kurt could hear the sound of muffled footsteps outside the door.

"Hello?" Kurt said softly.

"Did you hear that David?"

Kurt could hear what sounded like three boys outside the door. He tentatively called out again.

"Hey, David I swear I can hear something. Sounds like it's coming from the Janitor's closet."

Thank God! They had heard him!

"Is anyone there?" said the voice again.

Kurt didn't have the energy to call out again so he reached out to the broom that was in front of his hand and he knocked it over, hoping that this was enough to confirm his presence.

It had worked, because Kurt could hear the rattling of the door knob. The boys outside were having no luck with opening the door, it has to be locked.

"Don't worry, we'll get you out. We're just going to go and find the keys, OK?"

Kurt had next to no energy to respond and the next thing he knew he was slipping in and out of consciousness.

Why was his vision going blurry? He couldn't see properly. Why? He was starting to panic. Was he going blind? Is he already blind? The bullies had punched him in the face, but could that really affect his eyesight so much?

That was the last thing he thought of as he fell unconscious.

Please find the keys...
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Yep I did it.