AN: This is my first Pezberry fic and i am quite scared about how it will turn out. First though let me make a few announcements.
1) This story's insperation came from a drabble I read by Purrpickle. The first 100 or so words are in fact that very same drabble.
2) I did in fact get permission to use the drabble.
3) I dont know how often I will update but reviews will definatly get me foucused on writing it more. So if you want more chapters let me know what you think.
4) Not all my chapters will be this short, in fact hopefully they will come out more then at least 1500 words, but no garuntees.
ENJOY!
(i dont own glee, or there would be pezberry lots of pezberry)
Jacob Ben-Israel finally snapped. He found Rachel at her locker and pulled out a gun. Someone screamed. She turned around.
He aimed. She froze. He fired.
He missed.
The girl next to Rachel shouted something.
Jacob aimed again.
He shot the wrong girl. A security guard tackled him when he started laughing hysterically.
Rachel held Santana as she convulsed. Scared eyes pleaded for Rachel to tell her everything was going to be okay, wet coughs thick with blood. Rachel buried her face into Santana's hair, sobbing. She begged Santana to forgive her.
Fingers spasmed in Rachel's grip then went limp.
Three weeks have passed since the McKinley high shooting and the effects are still being felt. Four students had been killed, and two injured before Jacob Ben-Israel had been stopped.
Rachel Berry walked down the hallways of William McKinley with her head hung on her shoulders, her arms just barely holding up the books she had for class and her feet only lifting the minimal amount needed to shuffle down the linoleum hallways.
It was her first day back to school since she watched Santana Lopez get shot and the memories where still so fresh in her mind it felt as if had only happened seconds ago.
She looked the girl in the eyes and felt her body go limp, tears in her eyes as she whispered everything she could to get the girl to wake up after her eyes had closed. She told the girl things she had promised herself she would never admit out loud.
Rachel had held the girl as tightly as possible, her hand pressed as tightly as she could against the bleeding hole in Santana's torso. She was like that for only a few minutes when a group of paramedics had surrounded her and were talking her down from her hysterical fit as they removed the Latina from her arms and worked as fast as they could to get her to the ambulance that waited outside. They took Rachel to a different vehicle, running checks and asking questions the entire ride to the Lima General Hospital.
Shaking herself out of the cold memories Rachel trudged herself through the throngs of people, some of whom stepped out her way, most of whom stopped mid conversation to stare at her. She knew what the rumors where surrounding her, she had been told by Kurt and Finn, and (surprisingly) Quinn.
When the student body had discovered Rachel had spent every waking moment, and every moment between those, in a cold and sterile white hospital room watching over a comatose Santana Lopez, words had been spread around.
Coming to school had been her Dad's idea, he had convinced her that under no terms was she to miss an entire month of school, and reminded her that if she ever wanted to go to New York, she would have to return to William McKinley. So she had begrudgingly agreed to returning, and the only thing she looked forward to was the end of the day, so she could drive back to the hospital and sit by Santana's side and wait, and pray, and hope against hope, for any indication that the Latina girl that she loved with every fiber of her being…would wake up.
