Hiya all you people reading! I know some of you are waiting for my other story to continue, but I'm not sure if I should continue it. I might do, but you know. If you want me to, then tell me ;) This story is going to be abit more tragic, sad, down, but romantic. I just feel down about my crush not liking me back, so I'm letting out my sadness here. Hahaha :) Although I have never self harmed myself.

So I decided to start a new story because I thought Santana would be a perfect character to base the thing on. So the readers could discover her soft side. Enjoy, and please Read & Review.

WARNING: This chapter contains some bad language and self harm.

I do not own glee! I wish I did but sadly, I dont. *cries in the corner*

'Santana, why can't we hang out on Wednesday?' Brittany pleaded, pulling a sad puppy face, as they walked down the hallway.

'Britt, I'm sorry... but I- I- I...' Santana stuttered, trying to think of an excuse. 'I- have to go to a funeral?' She hoped Brittany would buy it.

'Is that why you are so sad all the time lately?' Brittany asked, looking very worried. 'Because, if that's why you are sad then please let me cheer you up.' She carried on begging.

'Brittany. I can't!' Santana snapped, instantly regretting it, Brittany looked startled by her response. 'I'm sorry... I didn't mean to, startle you or anything. I just can't OK? I have to go, I'll text you?' She mumbled, managing a weak smile, walking off towards the bathroom.

I always hate lying to Britt, she is very important to me. I bet she thinks I'm stupid, I bet she hates me! Everyone hates me! I'm a terrible person, mean to everyone! Worst of all I'm a lesbian! She doesn't know! But she would never ever be my friend if she found out. No wonder my parents always wish I wasn't even born! I wish these things too you know! No one understands, my step father is nice, sometimes. Most of the time he is drinking, which makes him very abusive, sexually, verbally and physically. Though no one notices my bruises because he tries his best not to hit me in places that are obviously visible. Her mum on the other hand was a workaholic so she was hardly ever home, so she didn't know about any of the abuse.

She entered the bathroom, making sure the door was locked. Santana looked at herself in the mirror, she wasn't ugly, she considered herself to be OK. But it wasn't based on her opinion on herself, she just based it on the fact that all the boys want to get into her pants. She wasn't sure if she wanted to do this, she had never tried cutting. Sure, she had taken some drugs, but she had never physically harmed herself. Just one cut. Just to see what it feels like. Santana bent down to look for the disposable razor. As she did so, tears began to gather in her eyes. Soon enough she was on the ground, sobbing, the blood soaked razor in her hand. 4 and a half cuts on her wrist. She couldn't belive what she had just done! Her cuts were bleeding like mad, she didn't know what to do next, but they stung. Yet she loved the feeling, it felt good. She knew it wouldn't be the last time she cut herself...She reached for the razor once again and made a cut on her arm. She didn't care where she cut, she just needed it to feel good..

It was 3:15, Mr Shue hadn't seen Santana for the past 3 periods, he was starting to get worried. What was going on with Santana? I haven't seen her, she is usually with Brittany, but she has no idea where Santana may be. He thought to himself.

'Puck!' He called out to the guy with a mowhawk who was pushing a freshman against a locker. Puck turned around to face Mr Shue, letting the freshman escape. 'Have you seen Santana?' Mr Shue asked, running his hand through his hair.

'No. I saw her going into the girl's bathrooms down the hall, like 2 hours ago...? It's worth checking.' Puck shrugged, running off to find the freshman he had just been beating up.

Great, she probably isn't even in there, who would spend 2 hours in the bathroom? He thought but he still had to give it a chance. As he approached the girls toilets, he was getting some funny stares from the girls. Obviously a man would never go into the girls bathroom, other wise he would be considered a pedofile, but this was for the saftey of his student. Mr Shue tried the door, expecting it to fly open, but it was locked. Well this is bad. He thought to himself, running his hand through his locks once more, he did this alot when he was nervous. He pressed his ear against the door when he heard a quiet sobbing coming from inside.

'Santana!' He yelled, banging on the door. 'Open up! Please! Open the door!' But he just heard the sobbing get louder...

I'm sorry it's so short ;( The next chapters will be longer! Remember to Read&Review!

Thanks!