Broken

VII

POV: Kurt

Luckily nobody seemed to notice I ran away at lunch, as after I finished packing and headed down to dinner, they talked as usual. I stayed quiet and felt Jeff looking at me every now and then, probably freaked out by me. I check my wrists, worried that he knew, but the blood wasn't seeping through.

After I finish eating I head up to my room. I shower and, since Jeff is not back, I change in the open in my room.

POV: Jeff

I walk into our room, careful to be silent in case Kurt is asleep.

I let out a soundless gasp as I see the sight in front of me.

Kurt is changing into pajamas in front of the mirror, which he luckily couldn't see me in.

However, from my view, I can see his front and back. Both of which are in terrible condition.

No, he isn't overweight or something, that wouldn't be a problem. He actually is extraordinarily skinny- his ribs and spine are extremely pronounced, and I don't think that's healthy.

However, that's not all.

His chest and wrists are covering in small scars, too evenly placed for comfort. His back has a number of jagged scars down it and very thick scars at that. His back, chest, and arms are covered in bruises, and he has a bruise on his neck. It looks suspiciously like a hickey, except that he is pained whenever he looks at it. I draw my eyes back to his hips, and I can see similar looking bruises on each side of his body- his sweatpants are half covering them, but I could swear they are the shape of handprints.

I look back up to his neck and see something that I didn't notice before- he's holding a packet of makeup remover wipes in his hands, and wiping off what looks like makeup on his hickey-shaped bruise. It's looking worse by the second.

When he finishes he wipes his bruise off with a washcloth, wincing when it comes in contact with the tender skin.

He pulls on a high-necked and long sleeved shirt, that was a few sizes too big. I make a noise like I just opened the door and he spins around to face me, hiding the washcloth and makeup remover behind his back.

"How long were you standing there?" he asks, shaking with fright and nerves, his voice is trembling and soft.

"I just came in," I lie. I would rather not make him uncomfortable, or else he would definitely decline my offer. "Anyway, the guys and I were going to watch a movie down in the commons- the movie is yet to be decided, we can never agree- and I was wondering if you wanted to join us? It's kind of a tradition on Friday nights." Seeing the look on his face, I add, "Besides, I suck at being quiet so I will probably wake you up when I come back anyway."

This wins him over and he nods his head. "Awesome! Come on, I'll show you the way."

I attempt to grab his hand on instinct and lead him there, but he jumps back. I just motion for him to follow me, having forgotten about how he doesn't like being touched. Luckily he followed.