I don't own Glee.

Bell of the Ball

I lay on the icy cold metal floor of the dark room.

Goosebumps trail up and down my shivering arms and legs.

My hands are bound with snow-cold chains, as are my feet.

The blue shirt and pants which I am forced to wear are tight around my waist and neck.

I shiver so hard I feel

s
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c
k.

But n o - o n e cares about m e anymore.

Not even Britanny.

. When they see me on the news and in the papers all they see is a soulless MONSTER, a wicked DEMON with bloody hands.

It's strange, really. Only a few weeks ago I was the bell of the ball, the promqueen.

Everybody loved me like nothing else, but I only loved my knight in shining armour,

{{Brittany.}}

We danced all night long, my arms clamped tightly around her slender waist.

It was the best moment of my life; how was I supposed to know what would happen?

I wasn't my fault! Yes, I killed him, but it was an accident, I didn't know what I was doing!

All that I knew was that a 40 year old teacher was knocking me to the ground and trying to tug my skirt up. I knew what would happen if I let him, I'm not stupid.

My heart was RACING so much I nearly

f
a
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n
t
e
d,

So I panicked.

The next thing I knew was my hands and dress were stained with blood, and Mr Shue was laying in a bloody mass on the floor.

I can't beleve I have that physical POWER.

Perhaps Sam couldn't either, because his screams were louder than the siren on the van that caried me to this prison.

' m;

he didn't know what had happened.

All he saw was a dead Mr Shue and me covered in his blood.

I would have screamed if it had been the other way round

. The cops came in no-time and I was dragged away to a van in handcuffs, gawping students staring.

I wasn't thinking about them.

I wasn't even thinking about what would happen to me.

All that passed through my mind was the look on Brits's face when the club found me.

Those eyes...

The barred doors opened and I was met with stern, angry faces. The police grab my shoulders and take me down to the room where they are waiting. I see the rope. I know I am gong to die.

But it isn't all bad.

In the last class I had before I killed Mr Shue we learned that theres an infinate number of universes, and diffrent things are happening to us in them.

So in a universe somewhere I was laying on a beautiful sunny beach with Brittany, we are famous singers, no-one ever killed or tried to rape anyone.

The world i y,

and so am I.

"Ms Lopez, do you have any final words?"

I'm on the podium. The noose is around my neck. I look around the crowd, the big-eyed idiots staring at me like some circus freak. One pair catches my gaze, a beautiful blue pair filled with salty tears.

I look directly into them.

"I love you Brittany."

Short but sweet. Or short and suckish. Your choice.

PS- is anyone going to see 'The Pact'? I'm going on Monday, it is going to be AWSOME!