Prompt Post #7
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The glee clubbers reminisce about their times that they almost gave up, but didn't
Note: I don't know but i feel like at least some of the glee clubbers reached the point of giving up, they're close to giving up or something
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It’s during the Karofsky mess, when things are at their worse and those three tiny words “I will kill you” hang over his head like monster waiting to descend.
And then, one night laying awake in bed that tiny voice in the back of his head, the voice of doubt and bitterness says, the one he has always managed to drown out so well with instance of superiority, with the conviction that he will make it one day, there in the silence in manages to whisper “Why not save him the trouble?”
So he thinks on it, he really dose, thinks about his Dad who would have Finn and Carole to help him through it, thinks about Mercedes who hasn’t spoken with since the start of summer. He thinks about the other closeted kids at McKinley, about how their lives might be easier or harder with him gone. He thinks about Rachel and her dads and how it will hurt her and everything her family stands for. He thinks about Glee Club and Mr. Schue who are finally starting to come around ( ... )
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It’s staring out the hospital window, watching as people putter around in the court yard bellow.
It had taken two nurses to move him to the seat by the window, they had asked him three separate times if he was sure because they didn’t want to have to move him back and forth all day. That wasn’t their job, they had said.
It will always be like this, he realizes as he folds his tiny hands together and counts the people that look like ants. It will get better, all the physicians say, he would build upper body strength, be able to get in and out of bed on his own, maybe with some special provisions be able to move about his own room freely in time.
But that’s better, it’s not fixedHe feels broken, defective, and faulty now. And that’s not going to change, Mommy and Daddy will have to work twice as hard to include him, he’s going to be a burden, a drain. He’ll never be able to look people his own age at eye’s length. He won’t be able to walk across the stage when he graduates, won’t be able to dance at his prom. He’s going to ( ... )
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