AN: Just a warning, this story contains big triggers. Also, disclaimer, I don't own Glee, or it's characters, as much as I wish I did.
"It's over."
"Wait what?"
"It's over, Santana."
"But why?"
"Your parents might be cool with us and everything, but mine aren't totally good with it, and I love them, so.. we can't be together. I'm so sorry."
The words of Brittany ripped through Santana. This couldn't be happening, no. Santana couldn't be without Brittany. The blonde girl was her everything, her soulmate, the love of her life. Not having her, it'd be just unbearable, and Santana knew she'd have many struggles getting over this. She'd just been forced out of the closet by that fucking turd that Berry is dating, and now the one person she needed the most, was leaving her.
Santana came home that day, her cheeks tear stained, her eyes red. The entire drive home was spent crying over Brittany. Santana didn't have anything better to do while driving, aside from watching the road. Getting inside her house, Santana dropped her things at the door before dashing up the stairs to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her, locking it.
Santana didn't know what to do. The tears, they were not enough for her. She dug around in her room, until coming across a small blade. About three and a half inches long, and sharp, this blade was. Santana held it gingerly in the palm of her left hand turning it over several times.
Should she do it? Probably not. Was she going to? That was another question. Santana was feeling so down, so broken. It was as if there was no escape. She had no where to turn right now, and she had heard that this could be a good escape. Well, not good, but helpful, even if it was temporary.
The blade was held firmly by her left hand's fingers. It touched down on her on her right wrist, not with any real pressure, as Santana gave some last thoughts to her drastic decision. She lifted the blade for a moment, looking at the reflection of her in the mirror. The blade came back down, gliding across the skin. In the same spot, she did it again, wincing at the pain, letting out a choked sob.
This was something that wouldn't be undone. These marks, they'd scar, leaving awful memories. But Santana continued, making cut after cut, slowly making her way up her arm, blood dripping down from the wound that had just been created moments before.
"Save me from the nothing I've become.."
Santana began to cut deeper. She went further up her arm, the cuts getting increasingly deeper, the blood seeping out of them more and more. Santana went back to her lower wrist, making those cuts deeper too. Blood poured from her arm, and she switched the blade to her other hand, doing the same thing to her left arm. She took the blade back in her left hand after that. She adjusted the pleats on her Cheerios skirt, exposing her thigh, carving Brittany into the flesh, thick, deep, and underlined. Then she put the blade down, watching herself bleed.
"Santana are you alright?"
There was no answer.
"Santana Marie Lopez, open the door right now!"
Still nothing.
"Fine, we're coming in!"
Santana's parents somehow unlocked the door from the outside, walking in to their daughter laying nearly lifeless on the floor.
Maribel rushed to her daughter's side, ordering her husband to go get a warm, wet cloth. Once he gave it to her, she wiped the girl's arms, and her thigh not knowing what to do. Xavier got out his phone, calling 911 for an ambulance. Maribel clung to Santana's body, feeling the cold skin. She couldn't be losing Santana, not now, not when she was only 17. This wasn't happening, it couldn't be. Xavier tried to stop the bleeding. Nothing worked. The red liquid continued to seep from the wounds she'd made on her body.
The ambulance got there fairly quickly, and rushed up to the Latina's bedroom. One pried Maribel off of Santana, and the other shooed Xavier away too, before a total of 4 lifted Santana's body on the stretcher, placing it in the ambulance. Maribel was sobbing on the ground, a total mess, from seeing her daughter life that, and Xavier was teary eyes as well.
They got in the ambulance after all the paramedics, unable to figure out why Santana had done this to herself.
The ambulance arrived at Lima General hospital at 6:32pm. They rushed Santana inside, through some doors. Her parents tried to follow, but were told to go sit in the waiting room.
A while later, a nurse came out.
"Mr and Mrs Lopez? I'm afraid I can't tell you much right now, but there was a name cut into your daughter's thigh. It read 'Brittany'. Do you know who this might be, or what might have happened?"
They both nodded.
"Brittany's her girlfriend.."
The nurse nodded, sighing.
"Can you give this girl a call please?"
The nurse walked away, and Maribel went outside with her cell phone, calling the Pierce residence.
"Bonnie, hi, it's Maribel."
"Hello there. What's got you calling here?"
"Santana's in the hospital. She cut. Her arms, completely torn apart… And Brittany's name was carved into her leg."
"Brittany came home today and told us she left Santana, because my husband and I aren't sure we like the idea of Brittany being with a girl. We never expected a break up, or this. I'll send Brittany there now."
Maribel nodded, hanging up, going back to sit. Minutes passed, and Brittany came rushing into the ER, spotting Maribel and Xavier. Brittany looked completely heartbroken and scared, not knowing what to do or say. She threw herself at Maribel, sobbing into the woman's shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, it's all my fault!"
Maribel held Brittany, Xavier stroking the blonde's hair. It wasn't too long before the nurse came out again, with the doctor.
"She's alive, but barely made it. Had you found her any later, she would not have made it, she lost a ton of blood. She's not awake right now, but she's fixed up and recovering right now."
Brittany looked up.
"Can I go see her?"
"Sweetie, she's not looking so good.."
"I need to see her."
The doctor nodded, leading Brittany through a few hallways, before pointing her towards Santana's hospital room. Opening the door softly, she peeked her head in.
"San…"