I Hate Myself And I Want to Die (Kurt Cobain FanFiction!)

School

The whole day passed it a blur. And durring that blur I realized that Kurt was in practically in all of my classes...

Including Mrs. Cobain's class.

HE SITS RIGHT NEXT TO ME IN HIS MOTHER'S CLASS, HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THAT?! I guess I was just a little preoccupied... Maybe a lot. I worry too much about my family to think about anything else.

I look around the classroom. Same old room. Same old people. Same old colorful posters. Same old... Kurt... Well not "old" because I literally just realized that he was in all of my classes.

Since he was right next to me, I decided to talk to him, and obviously my first question was, "What music do you like?"

MOLLY, YOU IDIOT!

"Well, I like any type of music. But punk rock is my bitch."

I laughed at that.

"Yeah, same. What are some of your favorite bands?"

His beautiful blue eyes squinted, "I can't decide. But I really like The Raincoats."

I smirked "So you like old music?'

He blushed, and an amused grin lightened his face "Yes. I'm guessing, you like old music too."

"OLD MUSIC IS FUCKING AMAZING."

The whole class class turns around (we sat completely in the back). Teenagers all around start laughing. Being a sophmore in high school doesn't change the immaturity.

"Kurt, and Molly, get out," Mrs. Cobain doesn't look away from her computer.

Where we interrupting a lesson? I honestly don't know.

Thank god Language Arts was our last period of the day. And thank satan that I have detention... This is why I hate school. All of these god damn pointless rules, and stupid subjects and stupid ignorant people.

Kurt's straight blonde hair gently stirs while we are walking down the hall.

"Won't you believe it. It's just my luck..." he whispers after a while.

Ugh, if I wouldn't be socially awkward and scared I would've hugged him... I don't know why but I just had this terrible urge to do so.

He suddenly stops, and faces me, "Do you have detention today?'

"Yes... As usual."

"Do you want to skip with me?"

Sweet mother fucking jesus. Bloody hell with a cherry on the top. FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK. HE IS IN DETENTION WITH ME. WHY AM I SO BLIND?!

"I would love too... But if I do ditch, I'd need to get my brother after school..."

He looked hurt... More hurt than usual. "Oh... It's fine. You can get your brother. Or we can just both stay in detention."

"I'll stay in detention with you."

Stupid, stupid Molly.

His smile was so radiant and beautiful, it basically blinded me. It was so imposible to not just stand there and smile with him, blocking out the whole world. So that was what I did.

KURT'S POV

She is so fucking beautiful.

She is so mother fucking beautiful.

Oh god, I'm such a pussy...

I just can't handle this.

I've wanted to to talk to her for so long. But my depression and anxiety kept me from doing that. And right now, standing with her, smiling for no fucking reason made me so fucking happy. Her beautiful hair that changes color with the seasons, her beautiful light unusual eyes, her pearl white teeth...

I might be be delusional, but this girl is fucking perfection.

I'm so ugly, like everyone around me. And Molly, she is such a fucking angel.

Kurt stop staring, say something.

"Do you want to do something after detention?"

"I would love to, but I have to go to my mom's work and get Tommy."

Her life seems so complicated...

We used to be good friends as children, but I remember her family being so perfect. Her dad was like my father figure... Don't get me wrong I loved my dad, but her dad was just so fucking amazing. And now everything just seemed so complicated. What changed over the past 6 years...

A lot. Since my mom has to invite Molly and Tom secretly, while I am not home. I think my mom thinks I hate Molly... Why if Molly thinks that too?

"I don't hate you... I hope you know that..."

MOLLY'S POV

"I don't hate you... I hope you know that..."

The thing he said stayed in my head throughout detention... How did he know? What did he know?

Oh god Molly just shut up!

Detention passed in a blur...

The whole time me and Kurt just exchanged glances, small and barely noticable, but they wouldn't go unnoticed.

And when the time came to leave, we said our goodbye's, and went our own ways...

I called my mom and she said "Honey we are almost home, don't worry. I can't talk. I'm driving."

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

I  sit in the car and start riving as fast as I can, not caring about getting a ticket. I wanted to make sure that my mommy was safe... that my Tommy was safe...

I parked my car near my mother's car.

And ran to the door.

It was open...

The first thing I heard was a scream...

A scream of a little boy...

My Tommy's scream.

My dad was hitting my baby brother's already limp body. I look around. And I see my mother laying unconsious in a pool of blood...

No. No. No.

I want to run to her. I want to hug her. I want her to be alive. Please mommy... I would've ran to her, but I know she would've wanted me to keep Tom safe.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TOUCH MY LITTLE BROTHER YOU FUCKING MESSED UP BASTARD!" I run, like my life depends on it. And it does... My brother is my everything...

I push my dad off of the 8 year old. Since he is very intoxicated it was very easy to put him down. I kick his sides until he is limp on the ground.

I hate him. I hate him, so fucking much.

My brother makes a sound of pain when I pick him up...

Dialing 911 I tried to calm down. I was hyperventilating... A kind woman answers "Hello, Washington Po-"

"I think my dad killed my mom..."

She was silent for a second "What is your address, sweetheart?" 

"22 Harpoon Dr, Aberdeen, WA 98520"

I hear her pen scribbling on a paper, "Okay, we'll be there soon."

Next I call Wendy...

"Molly?"

Kurt... Why did he pick up? Isn't this his mom's phone?

"Is everything okay, Molly?" He sounded worried... Very worried...
"No, can you pick me up? My dad- my dad- he... I think he killed my mom... And he beat my brother... Tommy is unconsious... "

All of this got to me... I fell on my knees and cradled my little brother and started sobbing... Why now? Everything was actually getting better. She can't be dead... She isn't dead... Please don't be dead...

"I'm coming."

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