She was bipolar. No doubt about it. Quinn Fabray was bipolar.
She sighed, picking up the bottle of pills and reading the label. "Two pills twice a day for two weeks." She unscrewed the lid, shaking the bottle, causing a pill to fall out.
It hadn't always been like this. She had been normal (or so she'd assumed) for as long as she could remember. Then things started happening. Lashing out at Finn for no reason; hating Rachel and wishing the brunette would die one minute, only to turn around and cry over her the next. It wasn't PMS. That much she had known.
Some days she was happy. Energetic, creative. High on life and loving glee club. Other days, she felt so depressed that it was a challenge just to get out of bed in the morning. Like she had fallen into some dark abyss and couldn't escape. Everything was dark and grey. Nothing went right.
It all came to a head one Saturday. She had found her Father's gun locked away in a cabinet.
It was an easy way out. Take the gun, load it...and pull the trigger. She remembered how much her hands shook as she placed two bullets inside the barrel, closing it. It was ironic really; a supposed girly girl who knew how to properly lock and load.
It had been half way to her mouth when they walked in. Rachel and Finn. Even now, the memory brought tears to her eyes.
The two people in glee club who had every right to hate her, every right to scorn her, were the two who cared enough to come check on her, make sure she was alright and that everything was fine.\
She had broke down crying, admitting she needed help, that she felt helpless and the gun was the only way out.
After that, she started attending therapy sessions, going three times a week, trying to get her life back in order.
Throughout the whole thing, Rachel and Finn never left her side. They were there when she felt she couldn't last another day; they listened to her troubles with deep compassion, and made her laugh, raising her up from the abyss. If only for a little while.
She gripped the sink, tears streaming down her face. How can they be so nice to me? I don't deserve them after what I've done. Wiping her eyes, she swiped the pill from the counter without another thought, swallowing it down with a glass of water. A sob racked her body. "I'll get better. I'll-I'll fix everything. I'll be strong."
"You don't have to be strong." A hand lightly touched her shoulder.
"We're here for you."
She sank into Finn as he wrapped her in a hug, Rachel hugging her from behind. "We won't let you go Quinn,' she said. "We're here whenever you need us."
"But how-how can you be so nice to me when I've been nothing but a horrible person?"
"Dude, it doesn't matter anymore." Finnn looked down, studying her. "What matters is that we're here for you, no matter what's happened before."
"Quinn, I meant what I said. After Prom." Rachel hugged her tighter. "You're a very pretty girl. And you are much more than you appear to be. You're more than your bipolar or anything else. Deep down, you really are a good person."
"And we won't leave you."
Quinn sniffled. "Thanks guys." She closed her eyes, sighing deeply. She would get through this. Everything was going to be alright.