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When it was finally a decent hour, Kurt got out of his bed. He didn't bother setting his alarm clock- since he was rooming with Skylar, he was far too on edge to get any sleep.

He had to wear concealer to cover up the dark circles under his eyes, as well as bruises and hickeys made by Skylar.

He glanced down at his arms. They were littered in scars and cuts, with varying ages. His little habit hadn't stopped, it had only grown more frequent as Skylar got harsher and Blaine broke up with him.

Kurt sighed, rolling down his sleeves after making a few slices and wrapping his arms. A few, meaning about ten to twenty. He could hardly keep track these days, he just cut.

He headed out of the dorm. He didn't know what he was going to do.

He didn't eat breakfast, so he can't go to the dining hall, and it's too early to head to his classes.

A run, maybe? It was hurting less and less to walk.

He set a timer, so he'd be back in time for Warbler practice. He never spoke during it, just stood near the wall and occasionally helped with background noise.

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