The World Never Stopped Loving You – a Quill fanfiction – Part 1

Summary: When Quinn Fabray's attempt at suicide fails because of a certain Will Schuester, will he be able to make her see that her life is worth more than she thinks?

FIRST THING'S FIRST: Glee is not mine; nor is the song i used here. please don't sue me.

A/N: sooo this is pretty old. xD

i wrote this back when i still hadn't converted my style of writing, but it's more or less close enough to how i do now.

some people requested i write a Quill fic with multiple chapters, and this was as close as i could get. xD the chapters will be short, and i do apologize for that, but i sort of got out of it.

after this i'll be posting up the chaps. consecutively so none of you need to worry about waiting. :)

the song i used here is Echo, by Jason Walker. IT'S NOT MINE DON'T SUE ME.

[give it a listen while reading this, it really does something to the mood.]

Hello, hello… Anybody out there?

Quinn came home from school crying. It had been happening more frequently than before, now, but her mother never noticed because she was never home to see the shipwreck that her daughter had become.

Every school day was like being trapped inside a glass bottle, and she was the message. Quinn Fabray was the piece of paper that everyone could stare at from the outside, the one everyone could make fun of because they never really saw the words written on her. They could only make out the ugly, torn, burnt edges that were her appearance on the outside. No one saw the words written, and what made it worse was that those words were what made up the entirety of her life. It was who she was, and if other people could only see that then maybe her life would get just a tad bit better.

'Cause I don't hear a sound.

As the days progressed, everything had only gotten worse. As the bump on her stomach grew, people looked at her like a circus act. She'd even spotted other few students hand each other dollar bills as they laughed at her.

Attending Glee Club offered her no comfort anymore. None of the students there could change anything for very long. Maybe for a few precious moments, yes, but for a whole week… everything was already hell before they could bring her back up again.

Coming home was no different. There was no one there for her. And thinking about where her father was only brought back the painful memories, because her father hated her and that was that. He hated her for what she had become, for what she had done, for what she had claimed was an 'accident'.

Alone, alone…

I don't really know where the world is, but I miss it now.

It really was an accident. But no one seemed to want to believe her but herself. Quinn wanted to see herself as this innocent high school girl who had been tricked into sex by alcohol, but what was really the point of thinking that if other people thought of her as a lame tramp…

… As a whore?

Listen, listen…

I would take a whisper if that's all you had to give,

Nothing was worth anything now. She could only see her life now as a frozen stream, never moving forward, never going back, not really alive until something or someone warmed her. Yet how could that happen when she had no one else now?

But it isn't, is it?

There was really only one option now. It was a miracle that she never considered this before. Why would she, though, when she had the most perfect life? Now it wasn't like that anymore and the thought was worth considering.

People around the world agreed that death was the easiest thing in the world. Because it was true, it is the easiest thing in the world. All your problems, your doubts, your worries, all gone with just a simple pull of the trigger, or maybe one step off a window, or maybe even when you just decide to stop breathing. Whereas continuing to live life would be the hardest thing. You'd have to fuss about school and college and family and finance and boyfriends and pregnancy.

Death was the easiest way to go.

You could come and save me

and try to chase the crazy right out of my head.

Her faith couldn't save her now. Not even God could stop her from doing this.

Quinn Fabray had made her choice, and, for the last time in her life, she was going to do things her way.

Her mother wasn't home, as always, when she decided to finally do it, to finally end everything. The decision came to her in a silent whisper while she sat in her bedroom, saying things about how better it would be to just feel nothing at all. And maybe that was true. Because though everybody saw her as an unfeeling bitch, she felt everything.

I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name

Like a fool at the top of my lungs.

The walk seemed shorter than it really was. Her feet had carried her across her yard, across the streets, past the houses that contained most of her childhood memories, and finally took her to the bridge where it all would end. The time it took to get there, however, gave her the chance to look back at her life. She saw all her mistakes, all her achievements, her friends, her father, her mother, Mr. Schuester, Finn Hudson, Noah Puckerman…

… the baby inside her.

But then, seeing everything she'd done, everyone she had been with, Quinn saw that her baby didn't deserve her. Her baby didn't deserve a mother who had made all the wrong decisions in life, because they would all just come rushing back up to affect an innocent child's life.

This was better for the baby, for both of them.

Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright,

But it's never enough.

When she finally reached the bridge her mind was set indefinitely. It took no time at all for her to set her foot on the edge. Quinn could hear and see, despite the darkness, the river below her, rushing noisily, moving on, and the complete opposite of what she was. She took a deep breath and let the natural scent of the water enter through her nose. That was when the tears came spilling from her eyes.

Because as much as she really wanted to die, she couldn't help but think of the lives she would change forever. And as her whole life flashed before her eyes, the only thing that really stuck was the scene that kept playing over and over in her head.

She was sitting in the choir room beside Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce. Mr. Schuester voice echoed all around the room as he sang to them a happy song, making them jump up and sing along and just be. Quinn remembered this to be the happiest moment of her life.

'Cause my echo, echo…

But even that was taken away from her because of a secret that was too hard to keep.

Things were never the same since, and things were never going to be the same again.

I don't wanna be an island.

Darkness surrounded her as she closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel the pain one last time, because what was coming as soon as she stopped falling was never going to be worse than that, but it was going to hurt like hell. She could accept this, because she knew that less than a minute of searing pain was better than a whole lifetime of tears and heartbreak.

I just wanna feel alive and,

The bridge wasn't very high, only about just 10 meters from the water, but Quinn knew for a fact that the river below was deep enough to drown in. And if, in theory, she didn't die on impact she wouldn't swim to the surface. No. Never. She would never swim to the surface if she could finally be free with just the slightest opening of her mouth and a huge swallow. The pressure would be too much and then she would be just… gone. Just like that.

Get to see your face again.

It really was so easy.

A sad smile graced her lips as she said her final words to herself.

She said, "Here lies Lucy Quinn Fabray…"

"…The shunned…"

"Get out of my house."

"…The hated..."

"You really are a bitch, aren't you?"

"…The disgrace..."

"I don't even recognize you anymore."

But 'til then…

Quinn didn't notice the shouting of a man from below her as she put her foot forward and took a step. After that she just fell. The water hit her, and then Quinn Fabray saw no more.

Hello, hello…

Anybody out there?

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