I Will Try To Fix You
By RENTheadGleek
This is my first ever attempt at writing any sort of fanfic, so please feel free to leave me any suggestions you have on ways I can improve my writing.
Unfortunately I do not own Glee, or any of it's characters (EVEN THOUGH I WOULD LOVE TO!)
***Some of my writing may be triggering for some people, so I apologise if that is the case. However, I will do my best to warn you on any potentially triggering chapters.*** (Deals with self harm, and violence primarily...)
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME READERS
She didn't care to remember when or why it first started, but it was certainly true - Quinn Fabray was addicted. Maybe it was because her sister Frannie ran away from home when Quinn was 12 due to her physically abusive parents. Maybe it was down to the fact that her parents expected nothing short of perfection from her, or she would receive verbal and physical abuse for months on end. Or perhaps it was because she demanded so much from herself that she saw herself as a failure in every moment she was awake. One thing is for certain though - Quinn Fabray is addicted to cutting herself.
~FLASHBACK~
A younger version of Quinn is abruptly woken from her sleep by a loud smashing of glass. She sits up quickly and tries to fathom whether what she just heard was in her head or not. The time is 9:30pm. She hears it again, and this time she hides under her duvet to try and wipe out the memory of the noise that disturbed her peaceful slumber, and to pray that whatever just happened doesn't happen again. She lies there breathing quietly for precisely 4 minutes before she plucks up enough courage to re-emerge from her shelter. The house has a strange vibe all of a sudden and Quinn uses her newly-found confidence to get out of her bed to investigate the noise. She slowly tiptoes towards her bedroom door, being careful to steer clear of any creaky floorboards she had made a note of a few years previously.
Without warning her bedroom door flies open knocking her onto the ground and closes immediately. 'Please don't let it be them' she silently prays to a God she isn't sure exists anymore.
"Quinnie, I'm so sorry honey, come here", her older sister whispers so as not to alarm her. Upon hearing Frannie's voice, Quinn scrambles over to where her sister is now sat on the shared bedroom floor and begins to cry out of relief that her sister is okay this time, and out of fear that this could happen to her at any moment.
"Shh, it's okay I've got you," whispers Frannie whilst rubbing her younger sister's back soothingly to try and suppress the fear she has.
Quinn relaxes into her sister and looks up at her blood-stained, swelling face. "What happened Frannie?", she asks not sure if she wants to hear her answer.
"They just got mad again sweetie, but they will never hurt you as long as I'm around. I'll always protect you".
And with that said, both sisters fell asleep on the floor in each other's arms until the next morning.
Rachel swiftly made her way from geography class to the bathroom so she could touch up her lip-gloss and have a quick vocal warm up before Glee Club that day. Boy, was she glad the bell had sounded! She hated geography since her usual teacher Mrs. Levick went on maternity leave, as her class was passed from pillar to post between numerous (and under-qualified, in her opinion) substitute teachers. She recently made the decision to do her vocal exercises in this particular bathroom because it was rarely used by the student body due to the fact that it was so small. Also, she had been 'graced' with numerous slushies whenever she warmed up her voice by her locker, so this was the safer option.
As she walked into the bathroom today, however, she noticed that there was a stall occupied. 'That's strange,' she thought 'it's probably a freshman'. However, this didn't deter the diva from her necessary warm up. Telling herself that the freshman would appreciate her talent, she started with scales whilst getting her cherry lip-gloss out of her purse. No sooner had she retrieved it though, it was out of her hand and rolling towards the occupied stall.
"Shit…" cursed Rachel, mentally reprimanding herself for using such language in the presence of another person, whilst desperately trying to chase her favourite lip-gloss, until it had indeed rolled underneath.
Quinn was brought out of her flashback to the feeling of something touching her foot. She was sat on the floor with her back against the wall of the stall with her left arm flowing with blood and a razor blade in her right hand. She panicked when she realised she was no longer alone in here. Quinn, similarly to Rachel, had always chosen this bathroom to cut in seeing as no one ever came in, which meant no one would ever see her so vulnerable. Her family had always had the same philosophy that bad feelings didn't exist if they were never spoken about.
"Could you kick out my lip-gloss please? I will hold you personally responsible if I'm late for Glee rehearsal," Rachel asked. No response.
"I know someone is in there, now pass it out or so help me…" Rachel was growing more frustrated by the second. How dare a mere freshman ignore her like this!
Her short fuse and change in mood reminded Quinn of the encounter she had with her parents this morning, and broke down in heart-wrenching sobs almost immediately.
Rachel, hearing the sobs, realised she had been awfully harsh and felt instant regret. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, but if you could roll it back that would be great". Still no response.
Quinn realised that she had to come out to face the diva sooner rather than later, so she grabbed some toilet roll, stopped her bleeding arm, and rolled her sleeve back down. She walked out of the stall with her signature Fabray façade and handed Rachel's lip-gloss back to her before quickly exiting the bathroom. It was clear that she had been crying by the redness on her face, as well as the cries she had heard.
"See you in Glee, Quinn?" But it was too late, she had already gone.
Confused as to why the blonde had been locked in a stall crying her heart out, Rachel slowly walked to Glee whilst her brain was working overtime. She entered the choir room last, expecting to see Quinn there but she never showed up. 'Where is she?' Rachel thought, growing increasingly concerned. To the whole student body, Rachel only seemed self-absorbed. But in actual fact she was very good at sensing when there was something serious going on with other people. She carried on with Glee, making it her priority to talk to Quinn later tonight.
Where did she go?
END OF CHAPTER! PLEASE REVIEW :-)
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