Chapter One

Don't own glee.

The cold hard metal took his breath away as he was slammed against it. It still hurt, even though he was expecting it. He had gotten to the point where he didn't even hear their words anymore, he didn't have to he could see it in their eyes. He saw the hate, hate he didn't even know where it had come from. He couldn't honestly look back and see where he did anything to cause someone to hate him. He never shoved anyone into a locker; he never hurt anyone that any of them cared about. Hell he'd never hurt anyone, that just wasn't him.

He slid down the lockers, pulling his knees into his chest as he watched his tormentors walk away down the hallway, satisfied with themselves. He stood up and started to open his locker when someone walked by and whispered too close to his ear "why don't you just die fag"? He tried to let it roll off his back, like he always did but he felt himself reaching his limit. He'd reached his limit of all this and no one seeming to notice.

He was walking up to his Chemistry class when the three of them stepped into his path, no lockers around so they started pushing him into each other, then pushed him into the wall. He felt his head bounce off the wall, and felt something drip down the side of his head. He heard them walk away, so why is he so worthless that he can lay bleeding on the floor and no one gave a fuck to see if he was okay. He stumbled up and walked to the choir room, the only place he felt safe and shut the door. He went to the back of the room and started to clean himself up. No one would notice, no one would care, he could've laid there and bled to death and no one would've noticed until his body made someone trip.

As his classmates filtered in, he was right; no one noticed the blood he couldn't clean off. No one saw the bruises on his arms, no one cared. It wasn't happening to them, it wasn't on their radar. In fact he didn't even get a second glance, not like he expected anything more than that. So he if no one cared he thought, he stood up and grabbed his bag and walked out of the room. No one came after him; no one wanted to see what was wrong. He got in his car and drove home, only he didn't make it home, because the tree that he was getting ready to pass looked so peaceful to him. A way to end it all, without everyone thinking he was a coward, no one would think he'd kill himself. No someone he thought was always hoping someone else would do it. He'd save them all the trouble and he veered his car towards the tree and the last thing he remembered was the sound of glass breaking, he didn't even scream.