Broken

VI: Kurt

POV: Kurt

I flinch at the noise again the table laughs loudly, reminding me of my time back at my old school, when it was the loudest I knew the bullying was the worst.

"Hey, you okay?" I hear a soft voice say and turn, seeing Jeff looking at me, too close for comfort.

I run, the noise and being that close to someone's face reminding me of what I tried to hard to escape.

I go to the dorms, glad nobody is following me. I run into the bathroom and lock the door, in case I was mistaken.

I open up the cabinet, digging to the back and finding my box. It's small, no bigger than a first aid box. Well, it is the first thing I go to to aid me in times like this.

I open it up and dig past the bandages, reaching to the center through the sea of white and feel my hands close around a small metal piece.

Finally. I pull it out and press the razor blade to my wrist, instantly feeling the relief, seeing the red blooming on my skin. I sighed.

You can't let them in, Kurt. You've revealed too much to Jeff, he's on to you. Convince him you are fine, I say to myself. Then again, you will be living with him. No harm in being his friend, if he wants to be friends with a broken person like you, just don't reveal too much. I sigh again.

You can't trust anyone, can you?

I rinse the razor off and put it back, and wrap my wrist in a bandage.