"So miss jones. Why do you think you are here?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. My friend Tina brought me here, I think."

"No, madam it was a whole barrage of teenagers crammed in a van…"

"Oh the uh…advanced placement team?"

"No Mercedes. It was your glee club, or so they said."

"Why am I here? Do I have to stay here? I don't wanna stay here."

"I think your friends can recap better than I can, just tell me if you want to stop or if you are uncomfortable with the person in the room, m'kay?"

"Okay."

"Bring in Rachel Berry please," I said into the microphone.

Soon, a tiny girl came in, pale as a sheet, shaking like a leaf. She sat down slowly on the opposite side of the couch from Mercedes. She smoothed down the front of her red dress with white polka dots and lifted her chin, trying to look composed, but she failed miserably. You could tell by the tears in her eyes and the way her lips were drawn in a tight line.

"So Miss Berry can you explain everything that has taken place over the last few months?" Rachel just sat there opening and closing her mouth, looking between Mercedes and I.

I needed to calm this girl down. I first needed to get Rachel to admit her fear. On one note, it would give Mercedes a chance to brace herself because she would know that what she had to hear was bad. On another note, sometimes when people admit to their fear, they sometimes cry, and crying releases stress. I knew that Miss Berry was the type to cry.

"Rachel, are you afraid?" I asked. She immediately tensed up.

"No. I'm never afraid!" she said, putting her fingertips on her throat and drawing her legs in closer. She looked straight at the ground. When she gestured she moved her limbs toward herself, one sign of a lie. She touched her throat, another sign. One more Test…

"Rachel would you like some water?" I asked.

"Yes please,"

I poured a paper cup of water and handed it to her. She took a timid little sip and sat the cup down, right in between the two of us. BINGO. After a few moments of silence, intense gazing, fidgeting and analyzation, I came to a conclusion.

"Rachel you're lying to me." It was not a question. It was direct. I was telling her that SHE. WAS. LYING. And I knew it.

"HOW DARE YOU! I AM NOT A LIAR! I AM A FEARLESS STRONG YOUNG LADY AND I DO NOT HAVE TO TAKE THIS SORT OF BALDERDASH! IF ANYONE IS LYING IT'S YOU, LYING ABOUT ME LYING!" the entire time she spoke all I thought was defensive, defensive, defensive, liar. But I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard a loud thump. Miss Jones was sprawled on the floor, unconscious.

Mercedes P.O.V.

I was watching this…this…person interrogate Rachel. It was just back and forth like racquetball, and then the stranger was staring at Rachel like a pervert…or like she had something in her teeth and the stranger was trying to figure out what it was that she had been eating. Then there was a calm voice, probably the strangers, but all I heard was the word 'lie'. Someone was lying, and I did not like it. I needed to know what was going on, and why I felt so woozy and drained.

Soon I let my eyes close, forgetting that I was standing up. When I hit the ground I felt a really sharp pain in my arm, but I didn't care.

It felt like I was going through a tunnel at the speed of light. The tunnel was like a spiral of lime green and hunter green. When I got to the end of it, it felt like I was floating in the air, relaxed and calmly suspended. There was a huge cloud of white mist swirling in front of me, like if there was a pale white record in my hands and I was holding it in front of me with both hands and my arms straight out.

I could hear, faint buzzing, whirring, sirens, yelling screaming and crying. At first I thought, maybe I died and this is hell, oh lord what have I done so wrong? Or maybe it's a passageway to heaven. I was going to try and go through the mist, when a fuzzy picture appeared.

It was…it was of ME. Doing various things…laughing, eating, and some things made no sense because I had no idea what I was doing or why I was doing it. Then, it dawned on me what was happening to me, here in the tunnel. What I was doing.

…I was remembering…