My Saviour

"P-Please. You don't have to do this." Kurt pleaded. He could feel the blood dripping down the side of his head, and his voice shook, though he wanted to sound strong. The girl in front of him raised the gun, lining it up with his head. Kurt flinched, shutting his eyes for a moment and taking a shuddering breath. "You don't have to do this. I'm begging you." He opened his eyes, and he could feel the tears welling up. The girl chuckled, which soon turned into a full out laugh, that sounded like the tinkling of bells. It sounded as if she hadn't heard a joke her entire life. With a dawning horror, Kurt realized she probably hadn't. She smiled, a beautiful smile. "You call that begging?" She asked, the trace of the laugh still in her voice. She stepped foward, and Kurt was frozen in place, the gun now even closer to ending him. Her expression changed suddenly, cold as ice. "You can't beg enough." Her voice was the same as her face. Kurt shut his eyes again, his breathing picking up. Blaine. Oh god, Blaine. Be safe. Don't come looking for me. I love you. I love you so much. Blaine. BANG!