The Boy With Blue Eyes {A Kurt Cobain Story}

The Problem With Parents

Sitting up in the bleachers, seeing Kurt getting ready for his wrestling match, was something to behold.

I looked over at Don, seeing a huge smile on his face. Pride. In his son.

But, Kurt is only doing this to make his dad happy. He doesn't like this. I can tell just by the look on his face.

Before the match, I asked if he was ready. He only smiled a tad, that smile he does when he's got something up his sleeve.

He didn't want to tell me. All he said was, you'll know Bean.. you'll know.

I heard Kurt's name called out, instantly on alert.

Then I defiantly noticed it, holding my hands over my face.

Kurt looked up at Don, giving him a look.

Then he looked at me, smiling a tad, when the guy pinned him down, making me wince.

I looked at Don, seeing him staring at Kurt, beyond angry.

Leland just sat there, his eyes wide, not knowing what to say.

Don got up from his seat, looking at Leland, pissed.

"That little shit is just laying there!"

I instantly stood up, glaring at Don.

"That's your fucking son you're talking about Don! Did you ever think maybe he never wanted to do this?! Huh?!"

He narrowed his eyes, then stalking away, leaving me standing there, beyond pissed.

I looked down at Kurt, seeing a sad look on his face, before he noticed me watching him, instantly changing to a hard look.

Why can't he just love Kurt for Kurt?? He shouldn't have to do all these things just for his dad to be proud of him.

Don should be proud of Kurt, no matter what. And love him for who he is.

But, that's dads for you...
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You know, the problem is, we want to be accepted by our parents so much, that we'd do anything to make them happy.

Even if that means doing things we don't really want to do.

But then it gets to the point where you don't even give a shit anymore about their approval. Nothing you do will ever make them proud. Make them happy.

You learn to just accept that. And start doing what makes you happy. And not them.

After the match was over, I ran down the bleachers, looking for Kurt.

He ran off after it ended, not even looking back.

I looked up at Leland, seeing him smiling a little, waving me off.

I ran for the door, walking out into the school hallway, a crowd of people flowing through.

I didn't see him anywhere...

I sighed, starting to walk away, when an arm wrapped around me, dragging me into an empty room.

I whirled around, seeing Kurt, his fake smile planted on his face.

"Good huh? Boy I really showed him.."

I sighed, looking at him.

"You know you don't need his approval  Kurt. And you certainly don't need to do this shit anymore. Do what you actually love. Art. Music. Just.. not this."

He looked down at the ground, thinking, sighing.

I shook my head, frustrated.

I just can't wrap my head around the fact that Don acts like Kurt never does anything right.

And it's gotten so much worse lately.

Jenny told Don the other night that Kurt had to go. That he was causing to much trouble. And she was afraid of what he could do.

Which pissed me off.

Why would you give up on your kid?? One little sign of trouble and it's like, oh no, they have to go!

Kurt hasn't been feeling wanted. By anyone.

Which really makes my heart hurt thinking about it.

I don't see how they can't see what a talented, amazing person Kurt truly is...

"Bean.. I'm getting ready to leave that house. I can't live with him. With her. I can't anymore.."

I could hear the anger, the hurt in his voice, making me even more mad.

"I just, I don't understand how your dad could treat you this way.."

He looked up at me, trying to smile, only for my benefit, I could tell.

"Don't worry about it. I'm not.."

I sighed, looking at Kurt.

I swear. One day, they're going to regret treating him this way...