London Bridge is Falling Down, Falling Down...(1/?)
Title: London Bridge is Falling Down, Falling Down...(1/?)
Warnings: Attempted Suicide, Alcohol Abuse, Slightly Violence, Swearing
Summary: It's become too much for Will Shuester lately. He can't help his kids as well as he'd like, his ex is stalking him, Sue won't leave him alone. He finally breaks.
The liquid sloshed, breaking the silence, as Will tipped it back, taking large gulps straight from the bottle. He couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips as he lowered the bottle and the burn swept down his throat.
He let his head fall back against the soft cushions of the couch, knocking the table with his shin as he straightened it, sinking down.
He heard a crash of one of the pot plants out front falling and smashing. He didn't even flinch, his ex, you can't even say her name anymore can you?, was outside once again, probably taking more pictures to add to her collection.
"Crazy bitch," mumbled Will, taking another swig from the mostly empty bottle. He sat up abruptly, slamming the bottle down on the table. He stared long and hard at the Kitchen knife glittering in the light of the fire.
They'd be better off without you, you know. Look at Kurt, you walked by everyday that he was tossed in the dumpster. You knew and you did nothing.
But what could he do? If he had then he would have been targeted himself and Figgins would have blamed him for the extra paperwork. Anyway, Kurt was better now, he was happier.
Are you sure?
Will shuddered, and let his finger tips brush along the handle of the blade. He licks his dry lips. He could end it now...
He picked up the knife, clumsily, and held it close to his arm. He could do it. He was an idiot anyway. He made Puck and Rachel sing Christmas carols for christ's sake! They were Jewish. He coughed, the knife leeches and just nicked his arm. He gasped at the sensation, it felt good.
Ding, Dong!
Will jumped, turning to stare at the grandfather clock. It was 2am. Will sighed, wiping his face with a hand before standing, pulling himself up with the couch and table.
He stretched, arms cracking, and headed off towards his room. He fell against the side of couch as he caught his foot against the corner, a giggle escaping his lips. He stood again this time making it to the door before his shoulder collided with the frame as he opened it, the force spinning him around. He stumbled back and fell against the bed.
Will let out a loud laugh, taking off his belt. He scooted up the bed, pulling his shirt off, a few buttons popping off at the rough movement. He settled himself against the pillows and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, kicking them off and finally sliding beneath the covers.
He fell asleep instantly, all thoughts of the knife lying on the the plush white rug, the tip tinged with red, forgotten in the lounge room until another moment of weakness.
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