Fic: Across The Universe
Prologue
Author: JR Boone
Rating: M for strong sexual themes and violence. Also I have the mouth of a sailor so every other word is a curse usually.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything having to do with it. I wish I did. LOL that would be awesome. It would be like The L Word only musical.
Author's Note: I am like Rachel Berry whereas she needs applause to live, I need reviews to write. So you review I go faster with this. Awesome huh?
Author's Note: Very AU. So this is slightly inspired by Annie On My Mind by Nancy Garden. I like it a lot so far.
Lyrics are owned by whoever owns The Beatle's lyrics these days. Not me obviously. Though I wish cause seriously who doesn't love the Beatles? The song used is Girl.
Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
She's the kind of girl you want so much
It makes you sorry
Still you don't regret a single day.
Ah girl
Girl
I read your letter today Rachel.
Quinn Fabray stopped and looked out her window, staring at the near torrential downpour in shocked confusion. She had meant to start writing her essay for her Literature One class. But her mind had betrayed her like it had so many times before, like it had done that morning.
She had woken up early, so early that it was still dark outside her tiny dorm window. Quinn had lay there in the complete silence of her bedroom for almost an hour, just listening to the soothing sounds of the rain, hoping and sometimes praying that sleep would return her to her peaceful dreaming.
A thought ran through her head as her eyes began to fall shut. What had she been dreaming? Of her of course.
And suddenly as if a bomb had gone off and before she could stop herself the blonde was digging underneath her small twin bed in fury, large wet tears rolling down her reddened cheeks. Behind her articles of clothing and mismatched shoes flew through the air as she clawed underneath the tiny bed. Finally she had found it. The small shoe box tucked safely away. Out of sight out of mind.
She gripped it tightly to her chest in uncontained anguish, letting out a painful wail before clawing through the layers of duct tape surrounding it and sending the lid flying.
Lying atop a stack of papers and pictures it laid neatly folded up. That last letter. The last letter she received before Rachel stopped trying.
Her eyes pinched shut at the memory now; the memory of the two hours she had spent curled up on her floor, retracing Rachel's elegant handwriting with her eyes, committing it her memory. And now as she stared down at her own petite handwriting she realized that she was ready. That she had been since the first time she had clutched that letter to her chest. She was still terrified, of that she was sure, but she sighed when she realized that yes she was ready. Taking a calming breath she continued to write.
I read your letter today Rachel. The last one you sent to me, the one where you told me that you couldn't hold onto someday for forever. I've been so scared Rachel. Reading that letter terrified me down to my bones. And I'm still terrified. But…I don't know Rachel. A part of me thinks that I can live with the fear now.
I think…no I know what I need to do. Do you remember what you told me to do? You told me on that droll March day that whenever my life became too hard to figure out that I should write about it. You always said you loved my writing. And you always said you loved me. So that's what I'm going to do Rachel…I'm going to write it. All of it. The beginning when it was so confusing. The middle when it was all so wonderful and magical. And the ending, when it fell down so hard I thought I would probably die.
I think that if I can do that. If I can get it all down on paper I can finally…I don't know. Maybe I can stop being so damn scared all of the time. Maybe I can be stronger. Maybe you'll love me again. But if you never do…I'll understand. You deserved better. We deserved better. So I'm going to try Rachel. My god I am going to try with ever fiber of my being to make sense of it all. The good, the magical, and the bad.
I don't know if I'll be able to send this…all of this to you. You lived it just the same as I did. But maybe I will. If nothing ever comes of this. If I can't work through it all, maybe I will send it to you. I hope you'll understand at least then where my head was and why I did what I did. Maybe you might even forgive me. I guess I can only hope right?
Love,
Quinn Fabray
Releasing a tired sigh Quinn stared back out her window and for real for the first time in almost six months she smiled. She would do this. What more could she lose?