"Don't push me, Rachel, I'm not in the mood!" Quinn muttered shakily, rubbing her temple with her fingertips, kitchen knife quivvering as she held it out in front of herself defensively. Her eye make up was smudged and tear-streaked down her cheekbones, and she had a sheen of sweat covering her face and sticking her hair to her neck. Why was it so hot- didn't any one ever turn the heating off?
"I- I can see that, but Quinn, how about-" Rachel began in her best it's-okay-even-though-you're-pointing-a-knife-at-me kind of way.
Quinn had to hand it to her, the girl was making a good effort at looking as though everything was fine- she wasn't crying yet, which was always a plus. She hated it when they cried. Ah, wait, there are the eyes. The quick dart to the left and then the flicker back to the knife. She was looking for a way out. If they don't cry, then they look for a way out. But they should know better.
"There's no one in here, Rachel, school's closed. What, did you just think Finn was going to wander in here looking for you? No one knows you're here! No one! You got that?" Quinn's voice was getting more and more shrill, more hysterical with every word. If no one knew they were there yet, they soon would. Keep it together, girl, she told herself. No one will find us, she repeated over and over in her head. It was a phrase she had heard so many times.
"See, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to go to school tomorrow, after having climbed out that window-" she gestured over Rachel's shoulder to the small choir room window with a sharp flick of the knife- "and I'm going to cry when they take your body out, I'm going to put on the usual act, and people are going to believe me, because they always do! 'Oh Finn, I was so mean to her, I never thought she would kill herself! Mr Shue, I can't help but feel like I could have done something to stop her!'" Her face crumpled, and wracking sobs tore through her body- community theatre would be proud!
Ah, there are the tears from Rachel. Always had her down as a crier in the end. Turn on the water works.
With a gutteral phlegming sound, Quinn sniffed and wiped her eyes dramatically.
"Oh, boo hoo."
Rachel, now cowering on the floor against the piano, had turned her face away from the horrific sight of Quinn in her trademark white dress, knife dangling charistmatically from her hand.
"But darling, don't take this the wrong way! It's not your fault you're so insufferably infuriating" She mutted the last words darkly, bringing her face up closer to Rachel's as she crouched down in front of her, practically spitting the words into her face.
"I mean, I'm sure some people find it a rather endeering charm! Shame I don't though, really. I'm sure Finn will miss you."
Rachel stopped crying suddenly and turned to stare into Quinn's face, a look of fury on her face so strong she might have been shocked if she hadn't seen it on every one of her previous victims. She stroked the knife along the side of her face flirtily, causing Rachel to inhale sharply, dark limp hair framing her shaking face.
"Rachel, I am sorry," whispered Quinn into the shorter girl's ear, tightening her grip on Rachel's wrist when she tried to flinch away from the warm breath huffing into her ear. "I am, believe me."
They never believed her. Ever. They'd always hated her. They'd say her mood swings were too violent. That they never knew when she was lying or telling the truth. But she always did. She always told the truth.