Chapter one
Kurl Hummel.

"Let me pass" I sighed, directing my eyes upwards.

"What's the password?" Noah Puckerman smirked, also known as 'Puck' to his friends, or admirers in some cases.

"There is no password" I stated, "There's never been a password" I clung to the books in my hand.

"You hear that Karofsky, there's never been a password." They exchanged looks, which considering the humour they shared couldn't off been good.  "Yo Finn, Hummel here doesn't know the password. What do you think we should do with him." 

Finn Hudson was the captain of the football team, boyfriend of Quinn Fabray who happened to be head cheerleader. Coincidence? I think not, the whole place acted like animals, sorted into catorgarys. It was a miracle that anyone went anywhere when leaving here. Although Finn was captain and had a serious image to withhold, there was a rumour that said he had a tendancy to be nice. The way he was looking at me now, I guess it wasn't one of those times. 

"Enjoy getting that out of your clothes, Faggot" Karofsky jeered as the three of them walked away, I sat up in the trashcan which seemed to be my new hangout. "Ew" I frowned at the wet texture that was now all over my hands, dreading to think what it could be. 

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I turned the camera onto my face, sitting back in the chair. Trying to gather the words that were floating around in my head. I swallowed. "Maybe it would be a good idea to beginwith introductions" I mumbled. I looked back at the camera. "I'm Kurt Hummel. I am currently attending William Mckinley High." I breathed. "Not so long ago, before starting there. I was a nobody. Just someone you'd pass in the hallway. In a matter of weeks at this school I've gone from being the quiet yet brilliantly gifted may I add." I coughed. "Well lets just say, now everyone notices me in the hall. They look at me when I walk closer." I looked down at the floor, fumbling with my fingers. "Which isn't a good thing.." I coughed feeling my chest tighten at the thought of publishing this. "I'm pretty sure most of you have dealt with bullies before. In fact I'm almost certian. The ones that still are, I just thought this maybe will give you that small beacon of hope." I shrugged, "Bullies use the greatest weapon of all, and that's your mind. You give them your weakness and they'll feed on it."

I sighed and stayed silent for a minute. 

"How many of you have a big secret.. that if you told people it would completly change your life. You'd get treated differently. No one would want to know, or talk to you. Even admitting it to yourself is proving hard. You're your biggest enemy. I blinked, I could feel hot tears under my eyes. Leaning forward so that I could cover my face.

I collected myself and looked back at the camera, managing to turn it off.

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A month later.

"I may be different but my emotions are the same. I'm still human" I shouted at the camera, throwing it on the bed. It bounced and hit the wall, turning off. 

A week later.

"I can't handle it much longer. I miss you mum"