Misery (Klaine)

Chapter 11: Sweet Dreams

Blaine:

I stood in the parking lot staring at the red lights vanishing in the distance. My knees gave out and I fell on the ground. I was a trembling ball on the ground. Tears started to roll down from my eyes. Soft sobs escaped my mouth.

I don't know how long I stayed on the ground like that. People had passed me, trucks had sped off, and the sky got dark. Soon the lot was empty an I knew I had to leave.

When I got up I felt like someone had dug a hole in me and ripped my guts out. Pain split through my head. Anger welled up in me. I couldn't do anything about this.

Kurt's words kept playing over in my mind. The image of his thin, beaten body moving swiftly and gracefully to pummel the hell out of that punching bag came through my mind.

Why had he looked so broken? Was it really that bad?

I sighed as I opened the door to my truck. I took out the CD that had that one single song on it and threw the damned thing to the ground. I saw it shatter to pieces. I was about to stomp on it when my mind started talking to me again.

No, stop it. Just drive home, Blaine.

I revved the engine and sped off the lot. I ran more than a few lights and stop signs. Luckily, no cop cars were around. Or any cars, for that matter.

I got to my house and stormed up the stairs to my room. I slammed the door and threw myself on the bed. Angry sobs erupted from my chest. I balled my fists in the blankets and kept back from yelling at the top of my lungs.

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"Why are you crying, Blaine?" asked the boy's imaginary friend, Nicholas.

"...because a life without meaning, without drive or focus, without dreams or goals, isn't a life worth living. I can't live this life any more. I just feel like that special someone will never find me."

"Blaine, you're only sixteen, don't wait to be found by him. Go out and find him."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are brilliant?"

"Only in your dreams," replied Nick.

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My dreams had been crushed. My will broken. Kurt had been all of that for me. He had held me together like glue. He made me feel loved for once in my life. Not seeing him, talking to him, or even kissing him would crush me completely. I knew it.

Kurt was my soul mate.

Was he not? Was all of this some crazy dream that I would soon wake up from?

I woke up sooner than I expected.

"Blaine! Wake up! We're going out today!"

"Huh?" I mumbled as I slowly sat up on my bed. A cool breeze hit my chest and I looked down. I was completely undressed. With the exception of boxers.

"C'mon boy! We've been talking about going to that car show downtown all summer!"

I stared at him with a blatantly confused expression. Nothing was making sense this morning. My father was talking to me. On top of that he wasn't mad or yelling but... excited?

"But Dad, it's a school day," I said as I rubbed my eyes.

He rolled his eyes at my lack of movement. "So what? Missing the first day won't kill you." He turned and shouted out, "Be dressed and downstairs in ten!" I heard his heavy footsteps descend down the steps two at a time.

I shook my head and got up. I walked into my bathroom to do some morning business when I caught a glimpse of my back in the big mirror.

I doubled back.