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[FILL] Statistics 1A/? - Klaine future!fic AU - non-con, child abusel0rd_v0ldyfartsJanuary 26 2012, 04:56:58 UTC
A/N: This is my first ever meme fill, so I hope I post this right! The warnings at the top, specifically non-con for this part, apply here! So tread carefully. I hope you enjoy (:
It’s like he’s in a haunted house and the only decoration is him.
Kurt can’t ever stop the video loop that plays in his head constantly. Every time he shuts his eyes he can feel his breath against his neck again.
It’s been two and a half years. Two and a half years of nightmares, flinches, instability, and fear. His last year and a half of high school was haunted by David Karofsky’s taunts. By threatening notes slipped into his locker. I’ll kill you if you tell, Hummel.
I remember how pretty your ass looked while you were bent over for me. I could do it all over again. You know you’d love it.
Do you remember how I filled you up? I’ll be the biggest you’ll ever take. I’m your first. You’ll never forget how I felt, Hummel.
It wasn't just notes either. Karofsky would look at Kurt and give him that sinister smile and Kurt would run backwards.
He never told anybody. He couldn’t tell his father. He could just see his father’s eyes and he wouldn’t have been able to stand the look he knew would be there. Plus there was his heart. He would want to kill Karofsky and that would send Burt straight back to the hospital. Kurt couldn’t do that to him. He couldn’t be the cause of that.
So he let it haunt him. He let Karofsky’s voice haunt him. He had nightmares, such awful nightmares. When he even slept that is. Most nights he would spend huddled in the corner of his bed, biting down on his thumb, trying to cry as silently as he could. He was so afraid to sleep. He knew that the moment he shut his eyes he would see Karofsky’s face coming toward his. He would feel Karofsky’s wandering hands. He would hear his own pleading voice. “No, stop. Please! I’ll do whatever you want just please, please stop!” He would feel Karofsky tear his pants down and grab his ass. He would feel the way the lockers felt cold against his skin as Karofsky bit down on Kurt’s neck and pushed fingers inside of him. He would taste the salty tears spilling across his lips when he felt Karofsky enter him. He would hear Karofsky’s whisper after he finished, “I swear to god Hummel, if you ever tell anybody, I’ll kill you.” He would hear the echoes of his own cries as he hugged himself and tried to get the taste of Karofsky off his lips. He had to take sleeping pills that he got from Puck to sleep without having nightmares.
He thought leaving high school would be liberating. He thought he’d feel better. Safer, maybe, knowing that he was going to be far enough away from Karofsky that he would never have to see him again.
He didn’t. Feel safer, that is. New York was a big city. It was full of people on busy streets. Kurt couldn’t walk down a street without cringing. He flinched at every touch, every brush of someone’s arm against his own. He’d even had a breakdown in the middle of Times Square when somebody accidentally brushed a hand up against his butt. He couldn’t handle it. He was one more street walk away from calling his father and telling him he was coming home when he found it.
A small sign pinned to the bulletin board in the commons. It was nearly all covered by other papers and only a few words stuck out, but they were the important ones: Rape survivor support group. Kurt had to look around, making sure that nobody saw him, and he ripped off the little slip of paper with a phone number and address on it.
[FILL] Statistics 1B/? - Klaine future!fic AU - non-con, child abusel0rd_v0ldyfartsJanuary 26 2012, 04:58:00 UTC
The paper said there were weekly meetings in the basement of the local Jewish Community Center. When he saw that, he thought of Rachel. Ambitious, driven, diva Rachel. He hadn’t spoken to her in months. He knew she’d ended up in New York as well. She was at NYADA while he was at Tisch. He didn’t keep in contact with her. He didn’t keep in contact with anybody from high school, actually. Except for Finn. But that’s only because he’s his step-brother, communication isn’t optional. He had to shake the thought of Rachel from his head though, and he went to the meeting.
It was the best decision he’d ever made. It wasn’t like he was immediately better. He didn’t immediately feel safe being alone with somebody of the same sex again. He didn’t automatically feel comfortable telling people about what happened without fear of Karofsky somehow finding out and finding him and making due on his threat. But it did help. It helped to listen. He sat in on the group for 3 weeks before he could start to talk about it. He had to have somebody walk him back to his dorm that night because he was so scared that somehow Karofsky knew that he’d told. That his secret was out to a group of strangers in New York City. He didn’t sleep that night but for once, he didn’t cry.
His freshman year of college was the most challenging year of his life. But that support group? It saved his life. He met the bravest people who knew exactly how he felt and that was the one thing that kept him going. He’d seen many people come and go. He’d been to three funerals and visited the local hospital more times than he could count but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
He’d been attending group for a year and he’s made progress, but Kurt is so far from okay.
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Part One: Kurt.
Kurt can’t fall asleep without seeing his face.
It’s like he’s in a haunted house and the only decoration is him.
Kurt can’t ever stop the video loop that plays in his head constantly. Every time he shuts his eyes he can feel his breath against his neck again.
It’s been two and a half years. Two and a half years of nightmares, flinches, instability, and fear. His last year and a half of high school was haunted by David Karofsky’s taunts. By threatening notes slipped into his locker. I’ll kill you if you tell, Hummel.
I remember how pretty your ass looked while you were bent over for me. I could do it all over again. You know you’d love it.
Do you remember how I filled you up? I’ll be the biggest you’ll ever take. I’m your first. You’ll never forget how I felt, Hummel.
It wasn't just notes either. Karofsky would look at Kurt and give him that sinister smile and Kurt would run backwards.
He never told anybody. He couldn’t tell his father. He could just see his father’s eyes and he wouldn’t have been able to stand the look he knew would be there. Plus there was his heart. He would want to kill Karofsky and that would send Burt straight back to the hospital. Kurt couldn’t do that to him. He couldn’t be the cause of that.
So he let it haunt him. He let Karofsky’s voice haunt him. He had nightmares, such awful nightmares. When he even slept that is. Most nights he would spend huddled in the corner of his bed, biting down on his thumb, trying to cry as silently as he could. He was so afraid to sleep. He knew that the moment he shut his eyes he would see Karofsky’s face coming toward his. He would feel Karofsky’s wandering hands. He would hear his own pleading voice. “No, stop. Please! I’ll do whatever you want just please, please stop!” He would feel Karofsky tear his pants down and grab his ass. He would feel the way the lockers felt cold against his skin as Karofsky bit down on Kurt’s neck and pushed fingers inside of him. He would taste the salty tears spilling across his lips when he felt Karofsky enter him. He would hear Karofsky’s whisper after he finished, “I swear to god Hummel, if you ever tell anybody, I’ll kill you.” He would hear the echoes of his own cries as he hugged himself and tried to get the taste of Karofsky off his lips. He had to take sleeping pills that he got from Puck to sleep without having nightmares.
He thought leaving high school would be liberating. He thought he’d feel better. Safer, maybe, knowing that he was going to be far enough away from Karofsky that he would never have to see him again.
He didn’t. Feel safer, that is. New York was a big city. It was full of people on busy streets. Kurt couldn’t walk down a street without cringing. He flinched at every touch, every brush of someone’s arm against his own. He’d even had a breakdown in the middle of Times Square when somebody accidentally brushed a hand up against his butt. He couldn’t handle it. He was one more street walk away from calling his father and telling him he was coming home when he found it.
A small sign pinned to the bulletin board in the commons. It was nearly all covered by other papers and only a few words stuck out, but they were the important ones: Rape survivor support group. Kurt had to look around, making sure that nobody saw him, and he ripped off the little slip of paper with a phone number and address on it.
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It was the best decision he’d ever made. It wasn’t like he was immediately better. He didn’t immediately feel safe being alone with somebody of the same sex again. He didn’t automatically feel comfortable telling people about what happened without fear of Karofsky somehow finding out and finding him and making due on his threat. But it did help. It helped to listen. He sat in on the group for 3 weeks before he could start to talk about it. He had to have somebody walk him back to his dorm that night because he was so scared that somehow Karofsky knew that he’d told. That his secret was out to a group of strangers in New York City. He didn’t sleep that night but for once, he didn’t cry.
His freshman year of college was the most challenging year of his life. But that support group? It saved his life. He met the bravest people who knew exactly how he felt and that was the one thing that kept him going. He’d seen many people come and go. He’d been to three funerals and visited the local hospital more times than he could count but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
He’d been attending group for a year and he’s made progress, but Kurt is so far from okay.
TBC.
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Oh, thank you so much! This is a wonderful start.
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