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

Sappy

Kurt pulled up in front of my house at the same time as the police and ambulence did... He ran into the house and basically pulled Tom out of my hands to get him to the doctors. He was the top priority right now

Police officers came in, and put handcuffs on my dad and dragged him away...

Doctors started coming in, putting my mother on a stretcher.

Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead.

I was too numb to do anything, I just curled up and sobbed. Without realizing it I started flying... No... Kurt picked me up and was carrying me to his black beat up pickup truck.

He climbed into the passanger seat, and cradled me while I continued sobbing... There wasn't really anything else I could do...

My brother was unconsious... He probably had a few broken bones... My mom... She...

Molly, don't think about it.

When I was out of tears Kurt hugged me even tighter.

My face was pressed against his wet shirt... It was the navy shirt he wore to school today.

"I ruined your shirt..."

My voice shook from sobbing for such a long time... It felt like I cried for a short period of time, and at the same time it felt like hours..

"You didn't. It's just tears. And I wouldn't care less about my fucking shirt."

I started crying at that... Bloody hell, I thought I was done with being so fucking weak...

He gently rubbed my back. That touch send shivers down my spine. I look up at him, and he gently, oh-so-gently wipes away a tear.

His beautiful sky blue eyes were filled with tears, that didn't fall. I felt so guilty... I pulled him into my life, and now here was no way he would leave. He knew my deepest secret. And I didn't want him to go...

Kurt shifted his gaze away from me to the scene outside.

"Do you want me to see if everything is okay over there?" he whispered.

"I'll come with you." I whispered as well... It felt like we should continue whispering... I can't explain it, but it just felt like we should stay in our little peaceful, quiet, and gentle world while the whole world surrounding us was going through shit. Unfortunately that world was my world, and now his... We couldn't ignore it no longer.

He opens the door. It was 7pm and it was already dark as hell. When he steps out I am still in his arms. He has a very tight hold on me so I'm guessing he wants to keep me safe.

By the time we reach the police car the ambulance is leaving with my mother. My possibly dead mother... A tear escapes my eye. And wipe it away, thankfully he didn't notice.

Kurt finally puts me down, and reaches for my hand instead.

And oh lord his hand is so warm...

A quite round and bald police officer comes up to us, "We have good and bad news."

Kurt takes responsibility for all of this. He gently pulls me behind him, as if to block away the news.

"Say the bad news first, and than the good one."

So typical, yet so beautiful.

"Well your mother... She isn't dead... But there is a chance she won't make it through the night. Your father hit her with glass object, and the glass went into her scull... When she gets to the hospital she will need an emergency surgery. We will do everything we can to keep her alive..." He sounded surprisingly nervous, and I think I heard sorrow in his voice...

Oh, my heart... It hurts. If I would have more tears I would sob... But I am so numb... Thank god she isn't dead. I don't believe in god but still, thank fucking god.

"And your brother is okay. He is a very tough cookie," he chuckles "No broken bones. Just bruises. You can take him home with your boyfriend."

"He-" I started to say, but Kurt gave me this look... He furrowed his eyebrows and poured a little. (I'm going to admit he looked adorable. He looked like an angel, with his blue eyes and blonde hair.) It was pleading me to just roll with this whole situation. Sighing I just say "Thank you officer."

He nods his head and walks to one of the police cars and sits in the passenger seat.

Then another officer comes up to us, holding Tommy...

Kurt automatically lets go of my hand, and I start freezing to death.

He takes my little 8 year old brother limp frame into his arms, and thanks the officer. While we walk towards the pickup truck, I realize something about Kurt... He doesn't look strong. But in reality he is. He carried me, and now he is carrying my little brother. My brother does look little for his age, but he is heavy as hell. Maybe I'm just weak as hell? Yeah, that is what it is...

I'm very surprised at how I'm not worrying right now. I am but not as much... There is just something about Kurt's presence, that makes me feel safe, and calm...

When I sat into the passenger seat, Kurt gently placed Tommy on my lap.

"Thank you." I whispered...

Again with the whispering...

He just smiled a charming smile, that made my heart heat up and start beating even faster...

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