Author's Note: Okay, so here is a drabble which sort of wrote itself. Tell me what you think^^

Warning: self-harm included. If you don't like it, don't read this

PS: We are talking about Quinn when the pregnancy goes out at McKinley.

The Cut

The first cut is always the hardest, but the second one is easier...

The girl sat there, staring into nothingness. Her small framed looked so small and fragile. Her small baby bump was barely showing through her roomy t-shirt. If you didn't know, she look just like your average teenage girl.

Her head was bowed, her hair covered her delicate face. Her eyes, which used to have that festive dancing flame, were now lifeless. If you looked closely, you could notice the dried tear tracks. No more tears left. She felt numb. Emotionless. Dead.

She used to be so sure of herself, outgoing, friendly. To complete the stereo type, she was the most popular girl at school.

All of that happened because of one night. One insecurity. One sentence. One mistake. That mistake ended it all: life as she knew it.

Everything had been taken from her. Her home, her friends, her popularity, her body.

She picked up the scissors lying innocently on her desk and went to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and listen for a few moments to make sure she was alone. She leaned against the door and slid down on to the floor. She looked down at her forearms, the pristine white skin that would soon turn red.

Scissor blade in hand, she hesitated slightly. Should she really do that? Everyone told her it would become addictive but yet people who harm themselves say it relieves them. The sensation of relief was stronger than her common sense. She decided to go for it as she remembered her day.

The insults thrown at her face. Slut. Whore. Tramp. Dirty. Mom. The looks the student body gave her all day long. The stolen glances towards her stomach. The whispers behind her back when they thought she couln't see. The pointing. It felt like the world decided to unite against her. All these thoughts, these memories were swirling in her head making her dizzy.

The blade was above her wrist. Gathering up all her courage she pressed the blade of the scissor hardly against her forearm. She moved the blade back and forth hoping she would reach the blood.

When the scarlet liquid came oozing out of the cut in her arm, relief flooded her body as expected. It really works, she thought. Appreciating the pain, she made some other cuts. The first cut is always the hardest, but the second one is easier... It made her feel alive again. It felt good.

She kept going until the bathroom was spinning around her. Then she got up, cut a piece of toilet paper and pressed it onto the wounds to stop the flow. She cleaned then, wrapped them up in a fresh bandage to reduce the chances of them getting infected. She rolled her sleeves down and exited the bathroom.

Author's Note: Review please! Thank you^^