DISCLAIMER: Anything Glee-related is NOT mine. I only own my imagination.
PROLOGUE
Do you believe in fairy tales?
The once upon a times, and happily ever afters.
As a young adult, or an actual adult, do you?
I do.
There are princes and princesses from lands far, far away. There are old castles with vast fortresses; knights in shining armors with their dashing horses; dragons with their huge claws and sharp teeth; a solitary witch, living out in the forest with a black cat; a war between the forces of good and evil.
I believe in fairy tales, the stories our parents told us, heard from a class, the ones we read from a book, seen from a movie-every fairy tale there is, except for their fairly happy endings.
Yes.
I don't believe they exist.
And so should you.
This is about my thoughts of the nonexistence of happy endings. Well, it sort of includes my life, but keep in mind that this isn't about me. This isn't about my family or friends, the laughters or tears, my accomplishments or failures, my hopes or my regrets.
I would like to point out that a happy ending is a myth, a story that confusedly happy people created at the height of their extreme emotions.
And that's what I'll try to prove.
I'm not really sure where I should begin. Perhaps I could start when I was born, to parents who are both doctors, and are both barely home so my grandmother had to do all the parenting on their behalf. I'm telling you, that was a terribly awesome idea.
I was born and raised in Lima Heights, a place where people practically exchange curses for breakfast. It was a tough place but it trained me well. My abuela taught me to be tougher than whoever or whatever I come across with outside the house. She said I should never underestimate the evils of the world, so I have to be more than evil.
And look how it all turned out.
I became the gorgeous, badass head bitch that I was born to be, and Lima Heights was proud to have me.
High school was nothing I couldn't handle. Sure, the battle for reputation was surprisingly a big deal at McKinley High, but I made it through with no sweat. Well, actually, I did sweat a little. With my looks and my reputation outside McKinley I easily climbed up to the top. But there was that one girl who made things quite miserable for me.
Lucy Quinn Fabray—the girl with a pretty face, an angelic voice, heavenly eyes, a quarterback boyfriend, and a flawless character.
In a blink of an eye, I became the second best. I was overshadowed by the fame of the perfect girl that is Quinn.
We were friends, turned mortal enemies, turned best friends, and eventually, frenemies. I figured that's what we're really meant to be. We were two gemstones fighting for one ring. It was as if McKinley couldn't handle us both at the same time but we somehow learned how to co-exist.
That's one reason I am thankful for the arrival of the third wheel of the Unholy Trinity-Brittany S. Pierce.
With her by my side, I forgot about Quinn. I was happy to find someone who actually understand how I felt and stuck with me through everything. It felt like I was someone to a person, even without the looks, or the voice, or the popularity.
For a time, she made me complete. I became powerful and at the same time, not because every superman comes with its own kryptonite, right?
Halfway through high school, I figured that I need to settle some issues-my sexuality for instance. I mean, I have always been attracted to girls, but I slept with boys to keep my rank up. Outside, it may appear as though I was confused. But inside my head, I knew exactly what I wanted.
I do.
I was just not brave enough to admit that.
Brittany, who cares not about such matters, wanted to make things official between the two of us and I wasn't ready. I knew my abuela won't approve of it, and her opinion was the only one that matters because as I've said, parents were barely there. I knew that if tell the world that I love a girl, I'll be the target for the next hundred years. The reputation I built my whole life will fall crashing deep down under, and the worst? My family will disown me. Like what they did to my cousin in Seattle.
In short, I couldn't do the only wish of the very person who loved me as how I wanted to be loved.
What can I say?
I suck at feelings big time.
College was not in the very short list of things that scare a Santana Lopez. It was just like high school, only bigger and crazier. There was a longer list of cliques, tougher school works, much arrogant students—all of which were within my grasp.
It was the loneliness that killed me.
Sure, there were new kids to bash, new professors to argue with, new clubs to audition for, new bullies to teach-a whole new world to fit into. But there was nothing like having your best friend; your very own hobbit; your best friend slash enemy slash everything in between; your friends who were more of a family, around you.
That's when you know you're alone—when you have a whole crowd around you, yet you feel so... lonely.
But I can't let loneliness get to me either.
I had to move forward because... That's what everyone does, and I can't be stuck at one chapter of my life forever.
They said if you truly love someone, you have to set them free because if you really are made for each other... you have to beat the hell out of anyone who would get in the way for you two to be together. Is that right?
Whatever.
So, I let Brittany go because I thought that long distance relationship was not for me. It was not working.
There were some good looking girls at University of Louisville, but none of them were close to how attractive Quinn, or I was. I mean, come on. We're diamonds, and no other gemstones can break us-only ourselves.
Wait-I mean, also Britt and even Berry, of course.
Damn, Fabray.
She's the only diamond I'd love to wear all over myself.
Just like Valentines night.
Oh, the things I'll do for one more night.
A/N : Please note that this is NOT a twisted fairy tale story. But it is a fairy tale, trust me on that. Also, the prologue is the only part written in first person POV so far. I intend to keep it that way.
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