This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you like it :) Any kind of review is wanted. This chapter is short, but they'll get longer, I promise. Please, R&R!

The sound of glass smashing on the ground made me leap out of bed instantly. Well-fall out of bed was more like it. I groaned and picked myself off the floor. Yelling echoed from downstairs as Mami and Papi started to fight again. I sighed.

I waited patiently for Papi to come upstairs to 'teach me a lesson' again. Sure enough, within minutes he was slamming my door shut and throwing me onto my bed. I tuned out my surroundings as he started to pound into me, making the old mattress squeak.

This was always our morning routine, ever since I came out five years ago-when I was thirteen. My family was strictly religious, but Papi and Mami always argued, which always ended with Mami getting hit. Mami was disappointed in me for being the way I am, but she secretly supports me, I think. Papi, however, was not happy about it. He says that if he 'teaches me a lesson' enough times, I'll be normal again.

When I first came out, it didn't exactly start up right away. I just got bullied in school a lot and came home to a safe haven. Until my Papi started to drink out of disappointment and shame. Then, he started to hit me. One day, he ripped my clothes off and just started. It didn't start subtly. No. He just started, right then and there.

It took me less than a year to learn how to build up walls during these times. To block out my emotions until he had his way with me. It took me even less to build up the same walls during school; since I was already a Gleek, I got slushied daily, not to mention the fact that I'm pretty smart and a bit of a nerd. On top of all that, I'm gay. Worst combination ever.

"Puta sucia." Papi hissed in my ear as he finished, pulling away from me. He smirked before punching me in the gut. Hard.

I let out a small whimper. Big mistake. Fuck! He pushed me onto the floor and kicked me over and over, until dried blood stained my shirt.

"Get yourself cleaned up and get out of my sight." He snarled, shutting the door behind him.

I winced and stood up, pain racking my whole body. I walked into my bathroom and stepped into the hot shower, allowing the hot water to wash away all my fears... it was short-lived however, since I would be late for school if I didn't start walking now.

I sighed and got dressed, making sure I had on a long-sleeved shirt to hide the cuts I did to myself before I got into the shower-another part of my daily routine.

I grabbed my bag and silently walked out the door after grabbing a bagel.

The painkillers I took made some of the pain melt away, but I knew they wouldn't be enough when I got to school.

Good.

I wanted to feel pain.

It wasn't like I could feel anything else.

As soon as I was surrounded by the jocks and Cheerios, I knew I was screwed.

I was cornered outside the school.

Each popular athlete held a cup of slushy. They tilted them back. I shut my eyes, knowing what was coming.

The icy blast stabbed into my cheeks followed by the usual laughter.

"That's a good look on you, Lezpez!" Quinn Fabray-HBIC of WMHS-laughed harshly.

I wiped the goop away from my eyes, making sure I didn't look anywhere but the ground.

"Don't you think so, B?" The Cheerio turned to her best friend and Co-Captain of the Cheerios and the whole school, Brittany Pierce.

"Definitely, Q." The taller blonde replied. She was a sheep and Quinn was a shepherd. Britt followed Quinn everywhere and did whatever she said. I wondered if she even had a brain of her own.

"You're so pathetic! Why don't you do everyone a favor and just go away?" Quinn's tone stung my ears like angry wasps. She was right. Why didn't I just go away? End it all? It'd be easy.

When they finally left me, I went straight to the restroom. I washed off the slushy and took out my razor blade. I took off my shirt so it could dry properly.

Why don't you do everyone a favor and just go away? Her words kept echoing in my mind.

I watched in fascination as the blood swirled down from my straight lines. I was careful to avoid any veins. I couldn't leave. Not yet.

I grabbed a paper towel and gently dabbed the blood away.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and I dropped the paper towel, jumping at least two feet off the ground.

My heart's pounding only sped up the bleeding, and my razor blade dropped beside the towel.

There, standing in the doorway, were Brittany S Pierce and Quinn Fabray.

"Mierda." I whispered. I spoke Spanish often, since we rarely spoke English at home. I was used to cursing in my native tongue.

We all stood there, completely frozen. Quinn and Brittany's eyes dept darting from mine, to my arm, to the paper towel, then back to my eyes.

"What..." Brittany tried to talk, but stopped, as if her throat was dry.

"I-I..." I stammered.

Suddenly, their eyes darted to my uncovered torso. They must have seen the bruises, because their eyes went wide suddenly.

"Fuck... no... shit..." I shoved on a hoodie I had wrapped around my waist and grabbed my wet shirt, shoving it into my bag. I grabbed the razor blade and walked passed the awe-struck cheerleaders.

I stopped outside the door, though, when an arm caught me, making me flinch instantly.

"What h-" Brittany began, but I interrupted her.

"Don't." I snarled, my voice sounding a bit harsher than intended. "D-Don't touch me."

With that, I flung the door open and left.

So, should I continue? I'll try to update every week, or every couple of days. But I'm working on another Brittana fanfic, so it'll vary between the two!

Translations:

Puta sucia - dirty slut

Mierda - shit

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