Warm tears fell and soaked my pale face making it hard to see through my eyes, it was one of those days that I felt like I wanted to crawl up in a ball and die. I hated my life, the way I always came home to a depressed mum, who was still hurting over my dad's affair with that tattooed woman. How I was all alone with no shoulder to cry on and someone to tell me everything would be okay and how my daughter wasn't in my arms any longer and was in Rachel's mum Shelby's instead. You may think your life is bad but mine is ten times worse, trust me.
It happened in the blink of an eye, I had just about arrived at the destination, which would have been Rachel's house so we could do our hair with Tina and I could chat about my crappy life to them, knowing they would listen to every word I said. It would have had a nice evening if it hadn't been for that purple car that drove out really fast, faster than the speed limit, I would have said and we collided, we crashed together, My last thought being the person I had been crying over that evening, the person who had caused my heart to ache, the person who told me he had feelings for someone I already hated, that person being Noah Puckerman.
'Your daughter is going to be fine, Ms Fabray, We will take good care of her' A voice said in a steady tone that should no feelings. I did not recognise that voice, I could tell it was a woman's voice though, a voice with no age shown in it. I then heard footsteps and air brushing through my hair.
My eyes fluttered open a while later, I found myself in a hospital bed, a blanket tightly wrapped around my body making it hard to move. A doctor stood by my bed and spoke as soon as she saw me open my eyes, 'Quinn Fabray, you're awake, Now I know you just woke up but you banged your head so I need to ask you a few questions, just to check you remember everything, now what year is it?'
'2011' I answered but by the look on her face I must have been wrong.