April 1, 2013, 6:09 a.m.
The Diary Of Blaine: Something's Just About To Break
E - Words: 421 - Last Updated: Apr 01, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 6/? - Created: Jul 02, 2012 - Updated: Apr 01, 2013 1,016 0 3 1 0
Blaine walked through the hall, head lowered, trying to look smaller so no one would hit him or something. His efforts were futile, though, because he was slammed into the lockers. He bit his lip to keep from whimpering aloud as his shoulder collided with the metal. He sank to the floor as he heard Karofsky laughing. He got up and went into the bathroom, locking the door of one of the stalls and beginning to cry, hoping none of the jocks would come in. He wrapped his arms around his torso as he sobbed, hoping no one could hear him. He fell to his knees, wishing he could just die right there. He wished he could die quickly and painlessly and escape the hell he'd begun to live. He took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, then dug in his backpack for the razor blade he'd stolen from his dad. He got it and held his arm over the toilet, cutting four lines into his arm. He prayed to every deity he could think of that no one would walk in on him doing this, even as he felt his strength returning as his blood spilled. He cleaned the razor off with toilet paper and put it back in his backpack, grabbing his ace bandage and wrapping his arm up. He pushed his sleeve back down and put his jacket back on, then flushed the bloody toilet paper and put his backpack on. He slipped out of the bathroom and walked to his class, cursing himself. He was going to be late. At least Mrs. Willis had always had a soft spot for him and would probably let him down easy if he told her he'd been shoved into a locker again.
At the end of the day he walked home, Breaking Benjamin blasting through his ear buds. He mouthed along to I Will Not Bow as he walked. He made it home and went up to his room, laying down on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling, singing softly along to Dear Agony. It would be so easy to kill yourself right now, he thought, smiling a little. Your parents aren't home, nobody really cares about you, you have nothing to lose. He sighed and shook his head. He couldn't kill himself. He knew where he'd go if he did, that thought having been ingrained into his mind since he was a small child. He turned onto his side, arms winding around his torso again.
Comments
YOU MADE BLAINE SAD. IN TURN YOU MADE ME SAD.Poor little Blainers...
I KNOW! I can just picture his puppy eyes... :( I hate making him sad. I seriously cried when I wrote this chapter. I have a feeling I'm going to cry writing a lot of this story. And you're probably going to be sad too. :'( I'm so sorry! D'X
Poor Blaine... but if he thinks about it... He'll go to hell anyway for being gay if you believe what some people say. Oo