Blaine Anderson was born and raised in luxury. His parents had ridiculous amounts of money and bought him anything he wanted. 

From birth he was neglected. His parents saw him once, maybe twice a week, so he was under permanent care of a nanny with his older brother cooper. 

School was great for Blaine. He was popular and liked by everyone. No one messed with him. He was happy at school. 

That was until he came out. 

No one talked to him anymore. No one looked at him anymore. With cooper gone to LA and his parents only at home for a few days every month, he was alone. 

The bullying got bad. He was threatened, beaten, even locked in cupboards for hours until the cleaning staff found him at night. 

One day it became too much. 

Hed been having an alright day, staying out of everyones way and hanging around with the few other gay people in the school. When he got to his car things changed. 

The windows were smashed in. Headlights broken, Roof caved in slightly, the words fags die in hell carved over the doors. 

Hed run home, locking the door and bursting into tears. No one cared. No one liked him.  He was disgusting. He was a fag. 

Blaine ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. The dark red beaded out of his arms, the sweet release was ecstasy for Blaine. 

He cut again. One more. Then another. Another. Another. Another. 

The last cut had been deeper. This time, the blood wasnt beading, it was pulsing. Blaines fingers went lax and the knife fell to the floor. 

His vision blurred and everything went black. 

He was woken up 24 hours later in a hospital bed. 

Alone. 

One of the maids had found him and called an ambulance. He had been within minutes of death. 

There was no sign of cooper or his parents. The doctors had called them and theyd arranged for Blaine to be sent away. They didnt want a disgrace like him in their family. Maybe it could fix the gay situation too. 

The green fields rehab centre only took in teens that had no other choice. 

This was it. 

Blaine Anderson was going to rehab.