Kurt stood in front of his window, staring out at the streets of Seattle. It was a rainy day, setting the mood for Kurt. He felt sad and just torn apart inside.
His body ached and throbbed with pain. He knew you were suppose to love everyone, but he hated his father. He hated him for hurting him, bringing him down, and making him feel as if he meant nothing and never would mean anything.
Kurt turned around, facing the mirror. He put his head down. He hated the reflection. Because of all the things his father had said to him, Kurt no longer saw himself as attractive.
"I wish I wasn't me." Kurt whispered. He looked down at his arms, seeing the times he had harmed himself. He cut and burned himself, and honestly, he loved it. He loved hurting himself, because he felt as if he needed to do it.
He had no one there for him. His mother didn't pay him any attention, his father treated him like shit, and he had no friends. He was alone, and that's one thing he didn't enjoy very much.
A loud knock at the door nearly caused Kurt to have a heart attack. He just stood there, thinking of where to hide. Under his bed? In his closet? It was the same places, and his father had them figured out, even if he was wasted.
The door swung open, Kurt's father standing on the other side. Just looking at him made Kurt tremble in fear. His eyes looked like they were a shade of red. He looked like Satan. Evil seemed to be written all over his face, along with a devilish grin.
He stepped inside, tripping around. He pushed Kurt down on the bed with only one hard push. Kurt shut his eyes, waiting for the punches to be thrown. But punches weren't thrown.
Instead, his father began to undress him. Kurt kicked at him, pleading and screaming to let him go. But a hard slap across the face instantly shut him Kurt up.
He knew what was about to happen. The thought sickened him. He could literally feel puke coming up. How could a father do such a thing to his own son?
But Kurt was too weak. He couldn't fight back. So he just laid there, letting tears run down his cheeks, and prayed it would be over soon.
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Kurt gently sat in his seat, still sore from the events that happened last night. He felt so disgusted. He just wanted to disappear and never come back.
Mr. Grohl walked into the room, a big smile on his face. Kurt began to wonder what he was so happy about. And he really wished he could be that happy.
He wished the bad thoughts wouldn't come to his mind every night like they did. He wished he didn't spend most of the nights crying himself to sleep. He wished he didn't live in constant fear. He wished he didn't wonder why he was here.
"Kurt? You okay?" The teacher asked. Kurt blushed, hating that all attention had turned to him. He hated being so shy.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He said, just loud enough to where Dave could barely hear him. But Dave could see he wasn't okay.
His blue eyes had a tint of sadness in them. He looked as if he barely slept. He just looked miserable.
But Dave didn't bother to ask further questions. He decided to wait until after class and drop it for now.
The class went by slow. Well, for Kurt anyway. He wanted school to end, but then again he didn't, because he didn't want to go back home to what awaited him.
And of course, he wouldn't dare tell anyone what happened. It was too embarrassing for him.
The loud bell rang through everyone's ears. The students jumped up from their seats, eager to get out of the room. Except Kurt. He slowly put his things away before standing up and making his way to the door.
"Kurt? Can I speak with you?" Mr. Grohl asked. Kurt nodded and stepped up to his desk.
"Yeah?"
Mr. Grohl stood up. "Are you sure you're alright? You just seem so upset today."
Kurt looked down, avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, I'm great. I promise."
"You can be honest with me, Kurt. You could tell me anything and it would stay between just me and you."
And Kurt really wished he could trust someone. He wish he had a friend. Someone to tell him things would be okay.
"I said I'm okay." Kurt said, but not in a mean way. "I'm just really tired. I stayed up late playing guitar. I'm sorry."
Dave sighed. He knew there was something his student wasn't telling him, but he decided to just leave it alone.
"Okay. If you're sure... You can go now. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good day, Kurt."
"You too." Kurt replied before rushing out the door.
Mr. Grohl tapped his chin, wondering what was really the problem. And he would do anything to figure it out. Even if he had to spy on him.
