The sound of the car's break made my ears ring as it hit the side of my body at full force throwing me over the top of the car. In the few seconds I was in the air it felt like I was actually flying as the wind swept through my now messy hair. It wasn't until I landed that a sharp pain raced through my entire body. I scream in pain trying to open my eyes but when I do my eyes are blurred. I blink a few times to try and adjust my sight it works for a couple seconds but then it goes blurry again. I try to move but my body won't allow me and my leg doesn't feel right. I feel a hand grab the side of my body. A screaming sound now replacing what was once the sound of breaks. I listen for a few seconds before I work out its Kurt. I feel his hands slowly move up my body towards my head. His calling my name, I try to respond but my mouth won't move. Why won't it move. I suddenly feel a breath of cold air land on my cheek it takes me a couple of seconds to work out it was Kurt as he placed a kiss on my bruised cheek.
"SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE PLEASE! BLAINE DON'T LEAVE ME" I hear him shout. I blink again but now I see Kurt looking down at me as he cradles my body. I see a few other faces but they are blurred out, the only face I can see clearly is Kurt's. I try to breath but it's difficult like something was stopping me. My ribs are broken I think to myself as a razor-sharp pain in my stomach area confirms my theory.
"THERE ALMOST HERE, HANG ON" Kurt says again as my whole body starts to feel light like I could start floating at any moment. The pain was slowly fading which was nice. I could feel my eyes begin to get heavy, is this how I'm going to die in the arms of my boyfriend in the middle of a road? No it can't be we were going to have a life together, we had so many things planned, our careers, marriage and maybe eventually a family. I tried to fight but my body was winning. It was as if it had given up but my mind hadn't. I can feel it now, this was it the moment. I can feel my breaths getting shorter and shorter and then they stop completely as I see my eye lids slowly close. The last thing I hear is Kurt.

I open my eyes and blink for a few seconds to see I was in my room. Wait was what just happened actually be a bad dream? I lift my head from the pillow on my bed and slowly look down at my body sighing in relief as there were no visible markings on it of me getting hurt. I slowly get up and as my feet hit the floor my body felt strange like I wasn't 100% there. I shake my head thinking I was going crazy as I slowly walked over to my full length mirror. I take a look at myself inspecting every little inch. Why was I still in my clothes from the night before? My red jeans with a while polo shirt and a black bowtie. Why can't I remember how I got back to my room? Was I drinking last night? No I had taken a slip. I walk over to my side table where I normally kept my mobile over night but it wasn't there. I quickly start looking around for it but it's nowhere to be seen. I decided to take a look downstairs maybe I left it down there last night. I walk to my door which was already open to the hallway and slowly lean my head out looking to see if there was anyone around before stepping out. I walk down the hallway towards the large staircase. I get a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach that something wasn't right. I take the first step and then the second before stopping and taking in my surrounding. I can hear what sounds like talking from downstairs. Great I think to myself that's all I need. So I quickly walk towards the front door and leave as quietly as I possibly could. Again like my bedroom door it was open but I didn't take much notice as I left my home. It was early November and normally it would be freezing outside but I couldn't feel anything. I shake my head thinking that my body was just acting stupid. I start to walk to the garage but then remember that my car wouldn't be there as a few nights earlier it had got stolen. I sighed for a second before deciding that I would walk to Kurt's, lucky he didn't live that far so it would be a 45minute walk at the most. I begin the walk across town which was scarily quite but it didn't really bother me too much. I start to hum Teenage Dream to myself trying not to sing along as I go. I begin to bop my head along in time with the song.

I get to Kurt's front door. The strange feeling that was in my stomach had returned. I go to ring the doorbell but my finger won't press the button. I try again but it just won't work. I shake my head in disbelief, maybe it's stuck? I decided to knock on the door instead. I make my hand into a fist and slowly go to knock the door. I watch as my hand slowly moved towards the door but instead of it hitting off the wood it just went through it. Not like it knocked the panel out but actually went through like the door was a hologram. I quickly bring my hand back towards me unsure what actually just happened. I take a gasp of air as I slowly let me hand go back. It goes through again but this time I leave it there. I can't actually see my hand through the other side of the door so I edge a bit closer as I watch a bit more of my arm slowly disappear. I feel like the air in my lungs have suddenly disappeared as I try and work out what's happening. I must be going crazy that's the only reasonable answer that I could come up with. I'm now with my nose against the door, I take one last gasp of air as I let myself walk through. I close my eyes as I take the step only opening after the 5th step. Unsure what I was expecting I slowly open them to see I was in Kurt's hallway. Did I really just walk through his unopened door? I quickly turn around to the door just to check that actually happened and I hadn't just made up that last few minutes in my head. Yep the door was still there closed and locked. I look down at my feet, the uneasy feeling still lingering in my stomach. Suddenly I could hear what sounded like crying. I raise my head up to work out where the sound was coming from. I followed the sound up the stairs before I made it to a door, Kurt's door. It was slightly open which would explain why I heard the crying all the way downstairs. I go to open the door but my hand won't grab the handle it just goes through it. This is weird, this must be a dream. I decide to do what I did earlier and just walk forward and before I knew it I was in Kurt's room. I look to my left to see Kurt lying face down on his bed and holding onto a picture.
"Kurt" I say hoping that he would face me but nothing.
"Kurt?" I say again, but no response. I walk towards the bed and round the side. I look at the picture in his hand, it was of me. Why is he holding my picture and crying. No please don't say I did get drunk last night and broke up with him but that doesn't explain the whole door situation. Suddenly I heard the door behind me open and a voice which I knew begin to speak.
"Kurt" It said as I slowly turned round to see a tired looking Burt walk into the room.
"Burt" I say but he doesn't answer as he looks right through me. I watch as he slowly walks over to Kurt who was now raising himself up to look at his father.
"Dad" Kurt said with the saddest tone I had ever heard, I was pretty sure it broke my heart. I watched as Burt sat himself on the bed next to Kurt.
"I..I.." Kurt said as I watched unsure what was happening.
"I know, I know" Burt said as I watched him slowly start to cradle his son in his arms. He slowly took the photo out of Kurt's hands and was now looking at it himself.
"I know its hard Kurt. But I'm pretty sure his watching down on you from heaven right now." Said Burt. Heaven, what was he on about?
"Have...have they found the driver yet?" I saw Kurt say as he wiped his sleeve against his nose. It must have been bad if Kurt did that because there was no way he would do that to his clothes.
"No nothing"
"Why did he have to die Dad?" I felt my legs give way at the very words. I landed on the floor, my whole body heavy. I can't be dead I'm here in his room right now. I'm flesh and bone just like them. But now I think about it, it actually makes so much sense. It would explain why I couldn't remember how I had gotten into my room or why I could walk through the door and the problem with the doorbell. I look at my feet in front of me for a few seconds before picking myself up. I walk over to Kurt's table and try to pick up a pen but nothing my hand just passes straight few it, not even touching it slightly. I look back to see father and son crying. I caused this somehow, not sure what happened just yet but I was the reason my love was hurt. He must feel so alone and there was no way of me being able to comfort him somehow. I can't even make a sign to show him I was here by his side. I close my eyes quickly trying to block everything out maybe if I close my eyes and think this might actually be a dream and I'll wake up and everything will be okay but every time I open my eyes I'm still here in this room. I try not to watch Kurt cry but its hard not to. I walk over to the side of the bed as close as I possibly could. I let myself get on the side of the bed, not sure how or why I can do this since I can barely pick up a pen but I'll work that out later. I sit myself as close as possible to Kurt, I try to grab one of his hands but I couldn't. I missed his touch so much, it was there just in front of me like a carrot dangling in front of a donkey but I could never ever have that experience again. I slowly move my head and let my lips go towards Kurt's ear.
"I will always be with you" I whisper knowing that he would never hear me.