This is my first glee fic; please tell me what you think. I'm trying to get a stream of conciousness form here, hence the linebreaks.

It was raining

she was running away.

No

not running, because running wasn't fast enough, hard enough

fleeing

away from there, away from the words he'd thrown at her

trying to forget

rain

to leave it behind with her shattered life

with the houses that flashed by her

faster

not houses anymore, just trees

blurs

flashes of existance

and the rain

faster

pounding

the world she'd once known was gone

a mask of water

of tears

rain

and regret

maybe even guilt

faster

not even blurs

faster

rain

blurs

forget

She didn't see it coming, didn't see the truck that would take her life. Quinn Fabray died that day, alone, hurt, friendless, disowned by her family, trying only to escape the vicious cycle that had become her life.