Quinn Fabray was normal. From the hour she was born, she was normal. She was stunning to look at, yes, she was also intelligent, focused, witty and polite but nonetheless, she was completely normal. She was the perfect mould for the All-American, head cheerleader extraordinaire, A+ grade student, complete with a smile that would light up a room and a body that would make any Jock stop and stare. She was the girl you see in movies, the pretty one who gets the guy and becomes the most sought after girl in the entire town. In every sense, Quinn lacked any form of unpredictability, shock value or individuality. She was Barbie. No, she was Ms. Perfect Barbie; the no flaws doll. These facts alone were more than enough reason for her to become the automatic Teen Queen of small town Lima, ruler of the local High School, upstanding citizen and a strong moral pillar.
At least that's what once crossed the minds of most people upon hearing the name "Quinn Fabray". They would go on to comment on the fact that she's "such a nice girl" or perhaps an incredibly common "she'll go far, brains to burn and looks to kill!" But then Quinn ruined everything. Now she was "That girl who got pregnant" or "The slutty blonde".
Regardless, what never crossed the mind of any being upon hearing the name "Fabray" was "sexually confused teenager with self destructive habits, a boiling rage and an undying love for alternative music." No. None of these were everlinked to the Fabray name. It's amazing how wrong people can be.
"Quinnie!" Quinn was immediately shook from her thoughts as she heard her Mother's roar from the downstairs sitting room. She internally screamed. Her Mother was quite obviously drunk, judging by the slur in her words and the tone in which she spoke. "Fan-fucking-tastic," muttered Quinn as she began to make her way out of her room towards her nightmare. Yet another hidden fact behind the blonde beauty's perfect façade, she cursed like a sailor. Upon reaching the door of the sitting room, she inhaled, steadying herself for what she knew was about to come. Keep calm, she doesn't mean it.The mantra repeated in her mind as she pushed open the door and awaited the inevitable.
"There you are you little slut!" Quinn flinched at the words, though she should be accustomed to it by now. "Mom, please…" She was cut of violently mid sentence. "Please? Please?How fucking DARE you say those words to me, as if I haven't given you enough in this life? If it wasn't for you and your carelessness, your Father would be here right now! But no,you gave up everything to get under some idiotic little ass. You got yourself pregnant. You disgraced all of us! Get the fuck out of my sight. NOW."
Quinn didn't have to be told twice. She turned on her heel and ran out of the room, tears falling from her perfect hazel eyes. The girl made it half way up the stairs before she heard a bottle break and her Mother's anguished cry. This is all my fault. As she walked into her room, slamming the door as she entered, she finally let herself drown within her sorrow, her breathing laboured, her hands pulling at her hair and her mind still running, Quinn let herself sob.
"No. This is weak. I'mweak." As soon as the thought crossed the blonde's mind she immediately pulled herself up from the ground where she had begun to let her defences crumble. She felt the same familiar heat rise through her veins and pang of hatred flow through her system, tramping into the en suite Quinn was greeted by the image of herself. Her hair had fallen loosely around her face after tugging at it during her fit, her eyes were puffy and tinted red and her cheeks were flushed. "What sort of pitiful excuse of a human being are you?" the mutter echoed around the tiled walls.
Then she saw it. At the edge of the sink lay a small box. Picking it up and turning it over between her hands, Quinn let go of the breath she was unaware she was holding hostage and opened the box to reveal a small blade. A sharpener blade to be precise. Picking it up gently the now calm girl moved over to sit on the closed toilet seat, sitting like that for a moment, just admiring the shining metal. After her admiration was finished, Quinn began to unbutton her jeans, sliding them just over her hips, she ran her hand down until she met an uneven patch of skin and there it was. A collection of over 65 now faded scars, varying in size and visibility. She stared down at the mass of lines. How did it get this far? The blonde didn't let herself dwell on the fact as she finally began her task, pressing down hard on the blade she began to drag it across her already marred skin. A slight whine escaped her lips at the sensation and as she finished the first line, Quinn finally felt serine and relaxed, taking a moment to stare at the blood pooling over her pale skin. She repeated the act. Twice. Three Times. Four times. She lost count after that, all that she was aware of was the blood spilling from the gashes.
Quinn Fabray. Ms. Perfect. Barbie. All those titles were lost and she was left with herself. Quinn Fabray: Worthless.
Fifteen minutes later after much bandaging and disinfectant cream, the hazel eyed beauty found herself curled up within the safe confines of her bed, staring at the posters lining her wall. Thinking of what would await her as she returned to the corridors of McKinley High in the morning. Well, not so much what as who.She closed her eyes and shed a single tear as an image of a brightly smiling girl graced her thoughts. "She'll never be yours." The words escaped Quinn's lips in a wanting whisper.
The blonde drifted to sleep that night dreaming of dark eyes, full lips and a haunting voice and for the first time all day, Quinn Fabray, broken and defeated, smiled.