His body was still but his mind wasn’t his mind was running ramped as it seemed that it just wouldn’t rest.

The night before just ran over and over in his mind.
I waved goodbye to Blaine as he pulled out of the practically empty student parking lot. We were really the only two students left at the school and Mr. Shuester, the only teacher, was pulling out of the faculty parking lot. I was walking over to my car keys in hand and a tight grip around the strap of my bag. I never liked being out at the school this late, but Blaine and I were finishing a duet that we were doing for our next glee assignment.

I was not maybe five feet from my baby when footsteps came up behind me.

“Hummel,” a shiver ran down my back when I recognized the sound of Dave Karofsky’s voice come closer. All the stuff that he did last year was all forgotten in the beginning of this year. He was back to his old in the closet bullying ways.

I tried to walk faster curing the parking spot that I had to pick this morning, as I was running late. Other voices soon joined Karofsky’s it sound like at least half the football team, excluding the glee jocks.

“Hey I was talking to you homo,” Dave grabbed the strap of my bag pulling me back; it took me a second to get my feet back under me.

I gulped knowing that this wasn’t going to go well. This was already my third outfit today. One ruined by a dumpster and the second by a grape slushy. Probably was going to be the dumpster again, he grabbed my shoulder and made me turn around and pushed me up against my car.

“Look at the fairy left out here all by himself and not even his boyfriend to fail at saving him,” came the voice of a puck head. There were five of them. All of them jocks a mix of puck heads and the football players, I recognized all of them; they were my usual bullies over the years.

“If you are going to throw me in the dumpster just do it already,” I looked up at the jocks; most of them were at least three inches taller than me.

“Oh it’s not the dumpster this time Hummel,” Azimio, Karofsky’s right hand man, appeared next to him.

Two of the other jocks shared a laugh between each other. This really worried me. If it wasn’t the dumpster for me, and no one of them were carrying a telltale red cup
holding a cold slushy. What did they have planned for me?

I swallowed as two of the meatheads came up on either side of me. The one on my right pulled the strap of my bag off my shoulder and they at another and he started dumping all my things out of it. I look in horror as I saw my iPhone drop to the floor and crack open.

They grabbed me by my arms and dragged me over to where the flag pole stands. They pushed me until I fell to the ground, scraping my hands trying to catch myself.

“Wh..what are you going to do to me,” I tried to keep my bitch face up but I was terrified. I quickly got back to my feet.

“Going to teach you a lesson,” Azimio pushed me in the chest.

“A lesson showing you how you and your kind aren’t welcome here,” A different neanderthal pushed me.

Now I was worried. There were 5 of them and only one of me. And we all knew that there wasn’t anyone else around the school and this was why they chose this time to finally teach me their ‘lesson’. I tried to run but they surrounded me. They started to push me around pushing me in the front to when I end up right there in front of another of them. Then they let me fall to the ground; they were kicking me all over my body and punching me. I tried to curl up to protect my face as my ribs took most of the beating. I can hear a few cracks when a heavy boot comes down on my ribs and I know that they broke a few and I cry out in the pain.

Then one of them pulled me up by my hair and wrapped his arm around my chest and held me against his pinning my arms so my sides so his buddies were able to come up and one at a time pretend that I was a punch bag. I was barely able to take a full breathe of air because it kept on getting punched out of me.

I saw a brief glimpse at what looked like a knife before it was brought up to my skin. All the other jocks backed away and Karofsky stood in front of me. If the other guy wasn’t still holding me up I knew that I would be on the ground. He pressed the knife to my cheek, not hard enough to where it would cut into my skin but to where it felt like it would.

“I’m going to cut you up and I will tell everyone who you are,” Dave hissed into Kurt’s ear and then pressed harder with the knife into Kurt’s skin creating a thin red line.
I closed my eyes when he had come closer breathing into my ear. I closed my eyes and tried to think of somewhere else. I thought of Blaine. All I could think of was Blaine. I could still feel the pain but it was dulled and I didn’t feel the thick hands that were still holding me or hear the sounds of my clothes being ripped off. I did feel the pain from the cold metal of the knife being plunged into my body and also the feel of the letters being carved into my chest.

I gave up. I wanted to stay in my mind where I had the perfect image of my boyfriend sitting on a blanket. It was a date that we had out at the local park. We were sitting further in the park so no would really come across the two of us and judge. It was a beautiful warm day and the sun was beating down on us. We were having a nice lunch and everything was going great.

I was brought back to the scene when I was dropped to the ground once again. It appeared that I was only in my underwear. I shivered in the cold air the pain not even registering anymore to my brain. I could feel myself slipping into sleep though. I just wanted to close my eyes again and imagine Blaine being there and not outside on the hard ground surrounded by teenagers that wanted me dead.

I closed my eyes and I heard one of them say that they were going to string up my on the pole. But all I could think of was Blaine and hoped that he wouldn’t see me like this.