A/N: Let me know if i should continue. Idk if i want to. I own nothing.
Quinn enters the girls' locker room, due to all of the school bathrooms being locked in the morning. Especially this early. Though it may be strictly for Cheerios, she's still HBIC when she wants to be. Plus, no bathroom can compare to the highly sophisticated changing rooms Coach Sylvester abused the school budget to obtain.
She strides over to the stalls, but before she could enter one, she stops at the sound of a faint sob. Someone is here with her. She turns her head in the direction the sound came from, but sees no one approach. She hears it again. Slowly, taking each step lightly, she walks towards it. She passes the make up counters that have the dressing room mirrors of the stars above them. One has been smashed. Pieces of glass litter the floor and the counter top. Her pulse quickens as terrifying thoughts rush through her mind. Regardless of her fears of the worst, she continues on. It's coming from the last aisle of the maze of lockers (which always confused Quinn because of the few Cheerios that there really are).
Her last step before looking around the corner must have been heard because the silent sobbing has ceased. Quinn just peeks around the lockers and the sights before her is the last thing she ever expected to see. Rachel Berry huddled in a ball on the floor. Her knees hugged so close to her chest, she's surprised she can even breathe. She can't believe her eyes. Rachel may be small, but her voice is so big and powerful that you forget. And to see her like this: scared, alone, tear streaked cheeks, and…naked? Quinn looks closer to notice that Rachel is wet. She was too distracted to hear the steaming water running from the showers. She attempts to speak, "Ra…Rachel?"
The big doe eyed girl looks up to the hazel orbs which are filling with tears. Quinn cautiously approaches the shaking girl. Rachel says nothing as her silent tears continue to fall. Quinn tries to comfort her by placing her hand on her arm, but she flinches. Quinn jumps a little. Her eyes begin to travel down her body. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees dark red blood tracks running down her thighs to the carpet, forming a pool seeping into it. Quinn's instincts finally kick in, "Oh my god, Rachel!" she yells before jumping up and running to get a towel.
Rachel stares blankly in front of her. Quinn returns and pulls Rachel's legs out, finally seeing her wounds and lets her tears fall. Cut after cut, her thighs are mangled. Each is deep, releasing the crimson liquid, letting it flow freely. Releasing her pain and sadness. She wraps the towels around her legs and presses down. Rachel looks up at Quinn, "Why are you crying?" Quinn scoffs, "Why did you do this?"
"Because I can't..."
RIIINNNNGGGG!
Quinn's eyes shoot open at the sound of her alarm blaring from her phone. She sighs, agitated, and reaches over to turn it off. 'Third night in a row...,' she thinks, 'Why can't I finish it?' She sits up, rubs her eyes, and throws back the covers to stand and prepare for the day.