
Sept. 28, 2011, 8:53 a.m.
Sept. 28, 2011, 8:53 a.m.
Ending Grace
His eyes were searching franticly around, blood pumping making his ears echo with a thumping rhythm. His shirt was being soaked through by the rain hammering down from the thunderous skies. He skidded around a corner and saw the limp form lying in the middle of a parking lot. No no no no! This couldn’t be happening!
The slim figure ran over to the limp body and fell to his knees. He cradled the body close already feeling the lack of pulse and glazed over features. Blood was already covering his hands and shirt as he rocked the form back and forth.
“No! Please! I’m sorry, I am so sorry! This is all my fault, please forgive me,” The young boy sobbed into the lifeless body willing it to speak back and tell him everything was going to be okay.
The boy knew it was all his fault. He was now responsible for a death of another loved one. If only he could go back, turn back time and do it all over again. Go back to the exact moment everything went to shit. The road that led to the moment Kurt Hummel became unrecognizable to everyone around him and even himself.