"Let me take you back… let me show you…"

I stuck out my hand. He fought back the tears, and took my hand in his.

"Will it hurt?"

"No, not you. Now close your eyes, and try not to think about anything."

"Okay."

"Are you ready, Kurt?"

"Yes."

1… 2… 3…

"Here we are."

I said to him, he was still gripping my hand.

"Don’t let go."

"I won’t."

——-

They grabbed the small boy, no older than 15.

Forcing him into the locker room, and forcing a knife to his throat.

"WHO DID YOU TELL, FREAK."

"I didn’t tell anyone, i said i wouldn’t."

"LIAR! MY DAD ALMOST KILLED ME!"

"You don’t want to do this."

——-

"Why’s he hurting you?"

Kurt asked me, only gripping my hand tighter.

"Just watch."

——-

"YOU ALMOST GOT ME KILLED."

"I didn’t say anything, Garret."

"DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD’VE HAPPENED IF MY MOM HADN’T COME HOME."

"Listen to me, and you listen good. You think you have it bad. You don’t know. Anything. You’re dad roughs you around a bit, but then you’re mom comes home to comfort you. Now did you ever stop to think about what I GO THROUGH?. WHAT HAPPENS TO ME. AT HOME. GARRET? DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT?"

"You don’t have it worse than me."

"Don’t I? Let me go and i’ll show you."

"Why should I let you go? What if you run?"

"Where. Am I gonna go?"

He loosend his grip on the younger boy.

Then he lifted up his shirt.

"My dad tries to kill me everyday… he burns me, he cuts me, he RAPES me. He hates. Me. and GUESS WHAT. My mother killed herself after my little brother was murdered."

The boy let his face soften a bit, wiping the sweat from his forehead he stepped aside and let Kilor leave the room.

"This isn't over freak, I'm just waiting for you to mess up again!"

——-

I hated the memory of that.

Kurt was trying not to cry.

"I’m so, sorry."

"Thanks."

I wasn't sure what I could say to him, what would I say to him?

——-

"Kilor you little SHIT, GET DOWN HERE NOW."

The boys father yelled.

"No, Dad PLEASE. I’M SORRY. I WON’T EVER DO IT AGAIN!"

"YOU THINK YOU CAN LEAVE YOUR ROOM WITHOUT ASKING ME FIRST? I ALMOST PUKED AT THE SIGHT OF YOU TRYING TO HIDE IT, GET DOWN HERE AND IT WON’T HURT AS BAD."

The scared little boy, walked slowly down the stairs.

——-

His grip was almost too tight now.

"Are you crying, Kurt?"

"N- No, i’m sorry… i just."

I wanted to hug him, but he was currently crushing my hand.

——-

The little boy, bleeding. Crying himself to sleep.

He got older, and stronger.

But he wasn’t strong enough.

He could never be strong enough.

——-

He ran upstairs, tearing through his dresser, then he found it.

He grabbed the gun, and ran outside.

On his way to his final destination.

They stopped him.

"Where ya goin?"

"I need to do something for my dad..."

End himself, cause no more pain to anyone else.

"What would that be? Go to your brother's grave and beg him to take your place because he wasn't diced up enough before!"

The boy became angry, his face turned red and his eyes seemed darker now, as if he was a ghost somehow. He lunged at the kids and tried his best to get his point across.

"Never talk about my brother."

He fought against them as they gained up on him.

"Don- No, hey wait!"

——-

"They…. Killed you."

"….Pretty much, yeah."

"And now…"

"I’m stuck, here. I can’t cross over."

"Why?"

"Because, i had to save your life. And after you, they’ll be more. More people to help."

"So you’re kind of a ghost."

"I guess so…"

"I can’t believe-"

"But did you see all that? You made me okay, Kurt. You managed to protect me!"

"What?"

"You kept my heart from bleeding. You’re the one who kept it beating."

"Kilor…"

I froze, looking around only to see nothing but darkness ahead of me.

"Can. You. See. Me?"

"What? Of course."

"You can’t see me."

"I’m confused."

"You let go of my hand, Kurt. You can’t see me. Open your eyes."

"K- KILOR? DAMMIT!"

"Kurt, Calm down… i’ll be… i’ll be alright."

"HOW CAN I GET YOU BACK."

"You can’t. But hey, I have a secret message for you."

"Secret?"

"Don’t tell anyone. Not until they tell you themself."

"Okay?"

"It’s ------ He loves you."

"What! haha, you’re rediculous."

"Believe what you will. The man doesn’t like labels, but he isn’t straight."

"Oh my… Kid, you’re… if i didn’t like you…"

"Kurt, I’m dead. Move on. Go tell Blaine you love him, and stop feeling sorry for me."

"I’m not understanding."

"yes, i see that. Now go, GO KURT. I’ll be here."

Now just like that, he was gone. He can’t see me anymore.

He’ll be back.

Now this, i know for a fact.

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