A/N: Hi! Basically I've scrapped my old fic because I got really sick about Bartie and all that angst. I'm going to do this one properly and write ahead this time so I don't get stuck after the first chapter! This will probably be quite dark in the beginning and I'm not introducing Brittany straight away (I know, I know I'm sorry! Maybe chapter two or three... I haven't decided yet)
:) Peace and love. :)
Chapter one – She was fourteen.
When Javier Lopez laughed everyone who was in the same room as him would suddenly want to laugh with him. He was probably the happiest man you could ever meet. Probably the best too! At least that's what a young, fourteen year old Santana thought, and she was not wrong. He was pretty damn amazing; he saved lives every day and he really could not be more loving, caring and sweet. 'Just like a big old teddy bear' Bella Lopez, his wife, used to exclaim proudly as she watched her husband playing with their daughter. That's why the family was so happy. It was a wonderful sight.
That all brings us to where we are now. The happy family sitting in the living room of their grand house. Javier sitting in the middle of the sofa, one arm wrapped protectively around his wife, the other cradling his daughter as she curls drowsily into his side. It's the end of a long day and the Christmas holidays are finally here!
'San, honey I think you should go to bed now.' Bella whispered across to her daughter. Santana lifted her head and nodded smiling softly. Kissing her parents as she went, she trudged upstairs to her room. She fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
When Santana entered the living room the next morning she collapsed. She said nothing. She didn't even shed a tear. Not because she didn't care, no, quite the opposite! It was because what she saw hurt her so much she couldn't do anything. The only thing she did do was deftly reach for a phone and dial 911.
'I really don't know what to say.' said a large man in a full body suit as he took a break from taking photographs.
'Me neither just... that poor kid.' replied another man. Tall, dark haired wearing a uniform.
The man in the body suit paused before looking back at the two bodies lying on the floor.
Santana Lopez was deemed a risk to herself at the age of fifteen. She was sent into a clinic for 'troubled teens'. She was to stay there for a year, maybe two, three, four or even five. It all depended on how she handled herself whilst she was there. It was a bit like rehab she thought as she was driven into the hills of … well she didn't know where they were (she was never good at geography).
She wasn't crazy ok? She wasn't depressed and didn't have any particular 'psycho' issues. She just liked being on her own and not really … communicating. She just wanted peace. She didn't need other people, just herself and her parents. Yes, they were dead but that didn't mean that they weren't with her. She only hoped that this clinic thing could be a place where she could have a secluded area. No interference just... nothing.
So that's chapter one! Hope you enjoyed, please review :) the story will make more sense soon I hope! It will also get better... and please say whether that's a good chapter length. Longer/shorter/the same? :P thanks.