My version of a Funeral episode.
NOTE: Themes of self-harm and suicidal actions are in here. If this topic triggers you, please don't read.
It was the day after prom, and Santana was sitting lonely in her room. She couldn't believe prom had been so disappointing. No prom queen, no dancing with Brittany, no spiked punch. She hadn't even gone to an after party because of fear she would drink too much. And Brittany would be there, and she couldn't be with her.
The loneliness had seeped into the next day. Her parents were out of town for the weekend. The old Santana would have had a wild party, but she didn't feel like it. She didn't even feel like moving, eating, and breathing. Was this depression?
She checked her phone, nothing. No one cared.
Santana walked into the bathroom and stared into the mirror at her face. She burst into tears, so confused and ashamed of who she was, on so many levels. She took out her lipstick and wrote "bitch" "fake" "lesbian" "monster" "scared" "lonely" in lipstick. As she stared looking at the mirror she collapsed into the ground crying. As she lay on the floor, she stared into space and then focused on her bottom drawer. Her medicine drawer. She opened it up and pulled out the bottle of ibprofuen. It had about 20 pills in stared at them and then went to the sink and chugged the pills, and then filled the bottle with water to swallow them.
What was the point of writing a note, no one cared.
As she lay on the ground, she closed her eyes and waited. All she saw was Brittany's face.s
I am working on chapter 2 now