Misery (Klaine)

Chapter 1: Hope For Me

The song that is in this chapter is Teenage Dream. Listen to the full version. In fact, I will only do the full version of songs. Don't forget to check out 'If I Told You', another one of my Klaine stories.

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Kurt:

I walked into my first class of the day and mentally punched myself. In the face. With a stapler.

I hadn't gotten here quick enough to get to my seat before Azimio.

The best way to start the day, I sarcastically said in my head.

I stooped low and angled my face down and away as I walked to my seat. But before I could sit down, Azimio pushed me into the, seemingly dull, corner of my desk. I clutched my side as I scooted into my seat. I groaned inwardly as I tried not to send a glare up at my assailant. I knew that this was only the beginning of a terribly long day.

I didn't bother with listening to the teacher; it's always useless talk on the first day back.

Instead I decided to write in my journal. I would call it a diary but I'm gay, not a girl. I write thoughts, things I say, things that I will probably never say to anyone.

No one would want a broken toy. Not since Frank. He took everything from me. My innocence. My dignity. My pride. Even what little sanity I had left. He wiped all logic from my mind.

I dodged most of Azimio's kicks and punches until the bell finally rang. I shoved my journal into my school bag and tried to dart out before Azimio could catch up. But, of course, I wasn't fast enough.

Suddenly, I was violently slammed up against the lockers. The impact knocked the breath out of me and made the back of my pound with the inkling of a dull throb start to come on..

"What's the matter, Lady?" David Karofsky growled as I tried to fight his merciless grasp that was on the collar of my jacket.

"You gonna say anything to make us stop, Lady Hummel?" Azimio teased, whilst walking out of the classroom. I kept my hands firmly on Karofsky's while turning my face away and squeezing my eyes shut. I knew that I was probably going to get hit. Right here, right now, on the first day back. Karofsky lifted me off the ground and laughed at my terror.

I didn't dare say anything back.

"Ah, isn't it nice to see the fear in this little homo's face again?" Karofsky threw me to the ground, my head making impact with the cold tile of Lima High. As I pushed myself up, tears crept out of my eyes. Azimio and Karofsky left me and strode triumphantly down the hall. I stood and tightly clutched bag.

Just then, Mr. Shue came rushing toward me. He placed both hands on my shoulders and I tensed.

"Kurt," Mr. Shue said while studying the fear etched into my face, "are you okay?"

He knew that I wasn't. He had probably seen my face after the episode that had gone down between Azimio, David, and I. He was already moving me when I shook my head in short, quick movements.

He guided me to the principals office and sat me down. Coach Sylvester had Principle Figgins suspended and, for now, she was the principal. Mr. Shue explained what had happened to Coach Sue. She turned to look at me.

"Is this true, Porcelain?" Coach Sue asked. To her, that was what I was to be called. It was a truce to her bullying. She let me pick it out of two other names. I was pleased with my choice.

I nodded my head out of my jumbling thoughts. With all that has happend I was surprized he hadn't been suspended sooner; considering that I wasn't his only victim.

She turned back to Mr. Shue.

"I'm sorry Will, but there's nothing I can do. Until other kids report this too, I have no power to do anything." She looked at Mr. Shue's surprised expression. "What? If I did bring him in he would just say, 'I tripped into that kid, I didn't push him' It works like a charm, I use it all the time."

I looked down at my bag. Tears rimmed my eyes. I knew that I didn't matter, I knew that I was pathetic. What if I didn't want help?