To Be In Love Or Not

Chapter 22 - Say Something

~ Say Something (Chapter 22) ~

[[ Blaine's Point Of View ]] 

"Blaine.." A soft voice called.

"Blaine.."

"What.. What is it.." I answered slowly beginning to open my eyes, to the bright light that shined down on me.

"Blaine.." It simply called again.

I took a deep breath, attempting to get up but failing, ending up on the tough floor once again. I blinked a couple times, trying to see the figure that was above me and calling on me repetitively but I just couldn't. It was too blurry to see, and I couldn't take a chance guessing who it was. But the voice just sounded..

So familiar. 

"Blaine.. Why wont you answer me Blaine.." The voice asked with just a hint of worry.

"Get away from him, you idiot! You'll cause him to go into seizure if you bring yourself to him, too quickly!" Another deep voice exclaimed.

What were those two voices talking about?

Suddenly I saw another figure running into the blurry one, grabbing him and then speedily dragging him away somewhere, but I don't know where. All I knew was that I was stuck on the floor at the moment, and I just couldn't get up. 

But almost in an instant that same soft gentle voice called on me again, with frustration.

"Blaine! Blaine, get up please! I'm beggin-"

And then a muffled noise I heard, as if their mouth was being covered.

"Mmph.. Kurt?" I murmured drowsily.

"Blaine! Blaine!" It shrieked.

And as soon as I heard that shriek, I tried to get up as fast as I could but I just.. I just couldn't. 

"Oh god.. No! Please no! Chris please.. Please! I'm begging you don't do this! Don't do this to me!" The voice screamed at a high pitch, as I heard foot steps running.

"I'm sorry Kurt. But you didn't listen.. You don't deserve to live." Another familiar voice said without a second thought.

I took another deep breath, while my eyes began to water quickly with it. I soon remembered everything that'd happened, and I mean everything. 

What I heard on the phone..

Chris pushing Kurt into the wall..

Pressure forcing Kurt to do exactly what Chris wanted..

The gun..

Oh my god..

"The gun." I whispered so faintly, that I could barely hear it myself.

I tried again putting even more effort into it, trying to get up. 

Come on.. Come on.. I have to get up! 

Finally I was sitting up and my eyes were focused on the taller figure. His sorrow filled blue eyes. His sleek chestnut hair. His beautiful pale skin. 

Kurt.

But it wasn't my happy Kurt. My joyful, loving, caring, 'smiling' Kurt. That one was replaced with something much more different.. A scared, colorless, crying Kurt. The bravery he'd once had in him was seemingly completely gone.

"Chris, please just put the gun down.. I-I don't want this to happen. Your not thinking straight." Kurt said airily. 

"Oh trust me Kurt. I am. You shouldn't get a chance to live! Your a bad person Kurt! You are!" The man named Chris yelled at him.