No More Secrets

06

(TW: DETAILED Substance Drug Use ! )

It's the same night. Currently the time read 4:50am on the clocks. Kurt hasn't slept all night.

Sitting himself on the floor shirtless in his bedroom. A spoon in his hand as he panted heavily. A lighter on underneath it.

Melting the drug that rested in his hands, his breathing was shaky since he was still currently on it. Yet his mind was craving more.

He takes the lighter away. Dropping it to the floor as he added 'it' into a syringe. Moving his jaw around as he tried to stay possibly still.

Yet his hand jerked and he spilled some of it. He shouted, "Fuck you!" As he tried to keep his hand stilled.

Krist on the other hand woke up. A weird feeling in his gut. He did not like it. Maybe it was the alcohol or marijuana? He was unsure.

It felt more like an odd feeling. Like something was terribly wrong rather than sick from other drugs.

He pushed the blanket off himself. Picking up a random shirt on his floor. He slipped it onto himself.

He left his bedroom. Hearing Kurt's voice down the hall. He furrowed his eyebrows as he listened.

Slowly walking his bare feet down the hall, he listened and heard:

"Ba, ba, doo, de da, babooo." Kurt vocalized as he has a bandana tied tightly around and exposing a vein on his arm.

"Fuck you, and you, And you." Kurt slurred out his speech as he injected the syringe.

He panted as his head lowered. His hair mangled and severely slicked with grease.

Krist placed a ear to the bedroom door. Listening in closely. His dark eyebrows knitted together in concern.

"Oh, how the feel, how to feel. I'm feeling. Feeling, feel.." Kurt slurred out random words. He wasn't making sense.

Not at all.

Krist moved his head back. He softly knocked on the door. Which completely startled the blonde and he dropped the syringe.

"What?!" Kurt shouted out. Almost in complete exhaustion as he bit the skin on his lips.

His trembling hand undid the bandana that was wrapped around his arm.

Krist felt worse. He knew something was horribly wrong. He couldn't pinpoint it. It's starting to scare him. Since this feeling of oddness has been coming along for a few weeks.

"Kurt?" Krist called. Setting a hand onto the door knob. Kurt registered the voice. "..Shit! What?" He called out in reply.

His body full of exhaustion as he panted heavily. Trying to pick up the 'items' as fast as possible.

But the bag was across the room. It simply was too late. His secret is completely revealed.

Krist opened the door. He stopped. Completely dead in his tracks. His breath got into his throat.

Hazel eyes gazing at the substance and syringes that littered on the alcohol stained carpet.

"What..?" Krist muttered in complete shock. Frozen as Kurt was panicked. He lifted his head. Whining out, "No! No! No!" The 'items' dropping out of his hands.

He stood up. Whining almost in pain from moving his body so fast. He tried to push Krist out the room.

But he was too weak. Too frail to even move the taller muscular male. "Out! Get out!" Kurt screamed. Emphasizing the "Tch" sound in his slurring speech.

The bassist could only tear up. He wrapped one of his arms around the blonde. Holding the doped male close to him.

"No, I'm not leaving." Krist sternly says to the frontman.