QPOV
So tired...I don't want to get up...I'm not going to give up...please...Beth...please...
I awoke in a cold sweat. I dared crane my neck to look at the alarm clock. 3:34. I layed back down gently, only realizing I felt hormones coming on.
I sat up and grabbed my pillow. Then I grabbed a pencil and made a tiny hole in it. I shook my head. I wasn't that person anymore.
I set the pencil down on it's place under the bed. I rolled over and tried to think of something that has nothing to do with Beth. I found it impossible and rolled out of bed.
I slumbered into my bathroom and turned on the light. It flickered for a minute then turned on. I stared at myself in the mirror. The girl I recognized was no longer here. Instead stood a girl with messy hair wearing Quinn Fabray's silk pink pajamas. Where was Quinn Fabray?
All of a sudden movement occured downstairs. I cocked her head to the side, a typical blonde thing.
I grabbed a baseball bat I kept with me and made my way to the stairs.
I walked slowly, the stairs creaking with each step. I shook my head in disbelief. Why did this always have to happen to me?
I reached the bottom of the stairs, scared as hell. I went through the interminable hallway and opened the door to the kitchen. What stood there shocked me, and I screamed at the top of my lungs.
