Millions (#2)

Sticks

(Kurt's POV)

"Why?"

I looked at Charles with teary, tired eyes. How would someone explain why their family disowned them and left them to die?

I shook my head, "You don't wanna know."

"Yes I do.", he insisted, looking up at me with his beautiful, grey eyes.

I sighed, "Charles... I have... issues. Issues that nobody really knows how to fix."

That's when I heard him.

"Issues?"

I didn't want to look.

I clenched my jaw, 'You can't hurt me.'

"I've never wanted to. We can change this. We can find a foster home, or just hide everything-"

"SHUT UP.", I yelled, crying. I shot my head up, looking him in his soft eyes, "Just leave me alone!"

"W-who are you talking to?", Charles whispered. He looked horrified.

"You ruined my life! What did I do to make this happen?!", I shouted.

"It's Not you, Kurt. It's the world. Everyone's crazy for not knowing I exist. You're smarter than everyone, that's why you can see me!"

"Get out of my head!"

Charles sniffled, starting to cry. It was all my fault.

Jay's face twisted angrily, "The remnant won't leave you. The universe'll implode if you don't get it out!"

"There is no remnant!", I cried, "I've cut, used syringes, nothing gets it out! If anything, isolation's good for me!"

"That's stupid, Kurt. You're fucking stupid!"

"Leave me alone!"

And then he left.

I breathed heavily, looking at the empty space where Jay had once been. None of this was good for me. I took another cigarette and lit it, taking a long draw.

I looked into Charles's terrified eyes, "I bet you have a lot of questions."