A/N: This story contains abuse, anorexia, domestic discipline, spanking, femslash and four girls in one relationship (Faberittana). Don't like these things, don't read.
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This chapter is more like a television version. So while the song is played in the background, you can see those things. Next chapter will be a normal chapter.
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Do you ever wanna runaway?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on, turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming
Brittany opening her front door, walking into the house. A conversation with her mother leaves her in tears. Running up the stairs, punching a picture of her and her four sisters, breaking the glass.
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like, to be like me
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark
To be kicked, when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
Rachel opening her front door, trying to sneak into the house. Her father pulling her into the room, alcohol and drugs on the table. He shouting at her, before punching her in the stomach, as she falls to the ground another kick in her stomach. Another yell, before he falls onto the couch. Rachel crawling up the stairs.
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over?
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With the big fake smiles and stupid lies
Well deep inside you're bleeding
Quinn opening her front door, walking into a big, clean, perfect looking house. She fakes a smile, when she sits at the dinner table. Hardly putting anything on her plate, she plays more with her food than she eats of it. Her father angry looking at her, making her leave the table and walk upstairs.
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in th edark
To be kicked, when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
No one ever lies straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like, what it's like
Santana opening her front door. Softly closing the door. A big house, but not as clean as Quinn's. Dropping her bag on the couch, she listens to the voicemail. Sighing she grabs a pen and goes to the calendar. Where there stood 'parents back' she scratches it and write it again two week later. The calendar is full with these kind of scratched notes. Grabbing a bowl of ice cream, she walks up the stairs.
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Brittany dancing in front of her mirror, bandage on her right hand. Makes a mistakes, and starts all over again. Makes the same mistake again, causing her to hit the mirror before she falls on to her bed.
Welcome to my life
Rachel standing in front of her mirror, slowly taking of her clothes. She traces some of the bruises on her battered body, before collapsing on the bed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Welcome to my life
Quinn hanging over the toilet, looking sick. Flushing the toilet she washes her mouth, before crawling into her bed.
Welcome to my life
Santana sitting on her bed, eating the ice cream, watching some stupid movie, while tears rolling down her cheeks. Throwing the spoon at the television, she falls back on her bed.