The Boy With Blue Eyes {A Kurt Cobain Story}

Epitome

1983
I slowly walked home from school, feeling fed up with everything.

Mom is home. I can already feel it. And with another man.

A new one everyday it would seem...

Kurt on the other hand, met up with some guys he gets pot from.

They're going to some girls house from school. Only to steal her liquor really.

But Kurt, he doesn't really do much when he's there. He only stands around and observes everyone else.

I went one time with them after school, only to leave not long after.

The guy that leads the group, Trevor, he's a real winner. To me, he looks like a 40 year old man.

But, he's the only one you can get pot from in this town. So we resort to hanging around him.

Oh well....

I'm just... I'm just worried about Kurt really. But hell, when am I not?

He's been acting even more weird the past few weeks.

He keeps telling me the pot isn't helping him anymore. His home life is just as bad as always.

Wendy is always getting on his case, screaming at him for stupid shit. Why can't his family actually act like they care about him??

I sighed, looking up at the sky.

I wish his life would get better. He deserves a better one. One where he's happy for once.

I slowly walked through the gates leading up to my house, seeing the front door wide open.

I instantly ran through the door, looking around, only to see mom and some damn guy passed out on the floor, bottles in their hands.

I sighed in anger, stomping to my room, slamming the door shut.

This is getting fucking ridiculous!

I can't wait until I can leave this hell hole...
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I walked down the train tracks, my hands in my pockets, looking up at the night sky, closing my eyes.

It's so peaceful out here....

I left the house after yet another big fight with mom and her latest boy toy.

I love her so much... But... I can't handle the shit anymore.

I slowly kept walking down the tracks, suddenly hearing the sounds of the train horn, jumping down off of them.

Maybe I should have stayed...

I shook my head, continuing my path, when I noticed something shining in the light on the tracks.

My eyes widened.

More like someone...

The blonde hair, the clothing.

Kurt!

I screamed, the loudest scream I could muster, running the fastest I've ever ran, almost tripping over myself.