Quinn slouched in the chair, her legs crossed, her head held high. Finn was at the left of her, his breathing irritating her, due to a cold. She exhaled calmly, and tried to pay attention to Puck's guitar playing, but it wasn't working because Rachel was sat beside her practically on her knee, she was that close to her. Rachel's hand was on Quinn's thigh. Her nails dragging against her skin, making her shiver, Quinn had to bite her lip, and hold her breath for a few seconds, before moving Rachel's hand. Rachel pouted childishly, but realised that here was neither the time nor place. Rachel got up out of her seat, and whispered in Puck's ear. Quinn glared at Rachel.
WTF was Rachel playing at?
Puck started playing a familiar tune, it began bugging Quinn, the moment he had started playing the chords. It wasn't until Rachel started singing, that she realised what song it was. Feeling awkward, and slightly embarrassed by Rachel's song choice, Quinn stood up, and excused herself. Rachel wanted to sprint after her, and ask her what was wrong but she had to finish her song. She belted out the ballad, struggling slightly, without her girlfriend there to encourage her.
Quinn roamed the corridors; her head hung watching her feet. A feeling inside her was bugging her, killing her. a single tear rolled down her cheek. Quickly, she wiped it away, like it wasn't there. She slowly moved her arm down, wincing in pain. She held the crease of her left elbow, and suddenly she felt this wave of guilt, it crashed into her and she held back intense tears. Quinn disappeared into the girl's bathroom, making sure there it was only her; she shrugged off her sheepskin lined bomber jacket, revealing her bandaged arm. She placed her jacket on the counter top, opened the inside pocket, and took out a small pocket knife. She placed it onto the counter, and slowly, carefully took off the bandage. She grimaced at the sight of her arm. She took the pocket knife into her hand, looking at the blade that glistened in the bathroom light. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, and concentrating on her own face, she sliced her arm, cutting deep. Blood was pouring down her arm. Just as she was about to clean herself up, Rachel came into the bathroom and almost screamed at the sight of the blood.
Quinn looked at Rachel with pure terror, and saw the hurt in Rachel's eyes.
What had she done?
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