Rachel walked out of the hospital room and into the white lobby room. Her luggeg was next to her as she stood there.

"Are you sure about this?" She asked her doctor.

"Rachel your mental state has stablilized to the point that I feel it is perfectly safe for you to reenter society. Though I am a bit worried about you going back to your home in Lima, you have my phone number on speed dial and your prescription should help you." He said and Rachel nodded slowly. Walking out to the taxi Rachel told him where to go.

As the taxi parked in front of the big house Rachel paid him and exited the car. Walking into the empty home Rachel put her things down by the door. Memories flooded back into her mind but she quickly pushed them away. Sighing she took out the papers for her perscription and decided to walk down to the store.

Rachel walked down the sidewalk and looked around her. Everything was how she remembered it, everything but her. Not just her feelings but her apperence as well. Instead of her usual short skirts and happy additude Rachel doned a pair of ripped up black shorts, black silk thigh highs, and a loose white crop top. Her hair was dyed black now but her dark brown hair was showing through slightly. Black ballet flats were the only thing that had stayed the same about her.

"Welcome to the conv- Rachel?" A stunned voice asked and Rachel put the hood of her loose black jacket, down off her head.

"Brittney?" Rachel asked and was quickly pulled into a hug by the ditzy blonde.

"I haven't seen you in so long. Rachel how are you? where did you go?" Brittney asked and Rachel sighed.

"It's a long story brit."

"Good thing the only one crazy enough to shop here is you." She said and Rachel looked around.

"Never pictured you working here. I thought you got a job as a dancer?" Rachel asked and Brittney nodded.

"Yeah I did but then life changed. Artie and I decided to get married. Then his insurence didn't want to cover his different surgerys and we needed money. So I got a job here and said goodbye to the unstablity of dance." She said and Rachel nodded.

"I know all about leaving unstablility behind." Rachel told Brittney.

"Are living back in your home?" Brittney asked carefully and Rachel nodded.

"For a little while until I can get things set back up. By the way you got a pharmecy?" Rachel asked and Brittney nodded pointing to the back. Rachel walked back there and gave the woman her perscription.

"Do you know where Santana lives now?" Rachel asked and Brittney looked at her before nodding. Handing her a slip of paper with Santana's address on it Brittney watched as Rachel walked out with her drugs. Heading down the street toward the apartments that Santana resided in Rachel found the apartment number and knocked. Santana opened the door and pulled Rachel in for a large hug. Hugging back Rachel smiled.

"It's nice to hug you with out a gaurd watching us." Santana said and Rachel knew she was talking about the nurses at the mental facility.

"Thank you for coming to see me so much it was nice of you." Rachel said as she sat on Santana's couch.

"Do you still have that money I gave you?" Rachel asked and Santana nodded walking over to the kitchen to get down the coffee can. Santana couldn't help but remember back to when everything changed.

#FLASHBACK#

Santana had been laying on her bed watching youtube videos when her phone rang. Looking at it she quickly answered.

"Hey Rache what's up?" Santana asked when suddenly she heard Rachel sobbing.

"Rachel?" Santana asked.

"S-santana you have to help me please help me." She heard Rachel whispering. Suddenly she heard Rachel scream into the phone. Jumping up Santana heard a gun shot through the reciver before running down to her car. Santana dialed 911 and told them Rachel's address.

When Santana had reached the house paramedics, ambulences and police officers littered the scene. A crowd was already growing but Santana had managed to push her way through the crowd. On a stretcher laid a body that was being wheeled out of the Berry home by paramedics. Santana didn't even feel herself scream but she did. Before she collapsed someone had grabbed her and held her steady.

A sigh of relief washed over Santana when she saw Rachel being walked out of the house but then it turned into horror when Rachel was soaked in blood. Rachel was screaming at the top of her lung and the cops couldn't stop her from resisting.

"Rachel! Rachel!" Santana screamed but Rachel couldn't hear her. The last time Santana saw Rachel that night was when the police put her into a car and drove away.

#FLASHBACK#

That night was burned into Santana's brain. A few nights after that Rachel had come over to her home to say goodbye before the police officers took her to a mental facility in northern Ohio. It would be 4 months before Rachel wrote to Santana.

Shaking away the memories Santana walked out to Rachel and handed her the wad of money.

"Thanks."

"Are you going to stay?" Santana asked and Rachel shrugged.

"If it's safe for me to. Right now it isn't. He's out there looking for me. But I needed to be sure you were safe. I don't know what I'd do if he ever came after you." Rachel said and Santana started to cry.

"I just miss you so much." Santana said and hugged Rachel tightly. "I miss the way things use to be."

"So do I, So do I." Rachel whispered soothing Santana.