beautiful son

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(if you current readers get a notif saying I've just updated, sorry no new chapter yet! just been editing this chapter..checking spelling etc etc)

//TW: SH..DO NOT read if you're easily triggered, if you are..i hope ur okay , im here if you wanna pm me//

Evelyn woke up early that morning. Earlier than she had wanted to, she was tired and had a bit of a headache. 'Fuck..' she muttered under her breath. She saw Kurt sleeping next to her, his chest rising and falling gently. So cute, she thought. He was gonna be asleep for a while yet probably, so Evelyn carefully climbed over Kurt and got out of bed.

She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, seeing the razor next to the shampoo in the corner of her eye. It glistened. Like it was calling her. Fuck's sake, not this again, she thought. She turned the other way, trying to distract herself. Looking up at the ceiling as tears filled her eyes. She turned the shower off soon after, not even bothering to properly wash her hair. She was too distracted. Kurt was all she wanted, but she couldn't bear to wake him, especially since it was so early in the morning and he looked so peaceful. 

Evelyn wore her baggy jeans, and a Beatles t-shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror for the first time in a while, and she didn't like what she saw. Why me? She thought, as HIS face came back into her mind. It all came back. All she remembered was the pain. He wasn't even gentle about it. Asshole.

She tried to forget it, and failed, but despite that, she walked slowly down the stairs and went to make breakfast. She put some bread in the toaster, and went to get the butter and a knife. In the draw, she saw knives. A few of them. Some sharp, some not so much. The blades looked at her, she felt the temptation. Evelyn picked up the sharpest knife she saw, it was a big knife, one usually used for cutting through bread or something a bit tough. The blade ran across her finger, teasing her. She didn't want to betray Kurt at all, so she put the knife down momentarily. But she couldn't help it, his face kept coming back. His ugly fucking rough voice. His groping hands. 'FUCK. YOU.' She shouted, the thought that she may have woken Kurt not even crossing her mind. 

Kurt heard a shout. 'Huh?' He mumbled, reaching his arm across to see if Evelyn was there. She wasn't lying next to him. He sat up, and called her name 'Evelyn?' She might just be in the bathroom, he thought.

As he was waking up, she picked the knife back up and dug it into her skin, not caring how big the cut was. The toast was burning, but that was the least of her worries, in all honesty, she'd forgotten about that toast. All that she cared about was the blade. And the joy it brought her. How many problems a knife solved..she thought. 

Kurt came down the stairs, having discovered that Evelyn wasn't in the bathroom, or anywhere else. He saw her in the kitchen. And he saw..a knife? Please say this isn't what I think it is, he thought. Evelyn didn't even hear him as he edged closer to her. She smiled as the blood dripped down her arm, her mental pain being erased.

'Evelyn, put the knife down sweetheart..' Kurt said comfortingly. It made her jump. 'W-why are you here?' She said, barely above a whisper, still in shock. 'I heard you shout..now please put the knife down and we can get you a plaster, okay?' Kurt said, looking at Evelyn, the thought of her going through so much pain hurting him. She put the knife down on the countertop anxiously. 'I'm sorry Kurt..' Was all she could say, before breaking down in tears and sitting down on the kitchen floor. 'Don't be sorry..just please promise me..you'll try and stop this.' He said quietly. 'Well Kurt why don't you TRY and get off drugs!!' Evelyn snapped, she knew she didn't mean it, and she felt bad, but Kurt didn't know how hard this was for her. Luckily, Kurt also understood this, and her comment didn't offend him. 'We'll both make our promises to quit then, yeah?' He said softly, as he got her a big plaster. 

'I'll be gentle..' He soothed, as he carried her to the couch and, once she was laid down, putting the plaster on her. The toast was still in the toaster, completely burnt and forgotten about, being discovered by Kurt later. He wasn't mad, he could never be mad at her. He knew it was his duty to get her out of this, and his duty to get better, for Evelyn. He would do anything for Evelyn, because he cared about her. And she cared for him. The two were becoming inseparable..