Barely
Summary: They say life is too short but does that apply for a little girl?
She was only a little girl.
Her life had barely started.
She was only 7.
It was raining.
The road was slippery.
The bus lost control.
She was the only death.
1 out of 20.
Bad luck?
"I want my baby girl back!" She screamed with her tears running down her face.
"You abandoned her, you didn't want her. She's gone like you wanted." He told her.
It was the truth.
How could you wish a thing on an innocent little girl?
"God is punishing me; I didn't want her to die. I was only 16, I was scared. I didn't know what I was doing, I was pregnant and 16. I was so scared; I wanted her to be happy. She needed a proper life, I couldn't give her that but all I wished on her was death." She said as she sat in the corner of her bathroom crying softly with her friend right besides her, listening.
"Don't say that." Her friend said.
"It's true. I'm the reason she's dead, she was my daughter and I ruined her life."
"It's going to be alright."
They were both there.
At her funeral.
She was beautiful.
The photos proved that.
They stayed away from else other.
No eye contact.
Nothing.
He blamed her.
She blamed herself.
She should have listened to him.
They were 16 again.
3 years passed.
She would have been 10.
She laid the flower on her grave.
Beth Corcoran.
Her tombstone read.
Quinn Fabray.
Her birth mother.
Noah Puckerman.
Her birth father.
Quinn turned and saw him.
Things changed after that.
Were they happier now?
Or was it even worse?
The only thing that would remind in their minds for forever that they shared together was their daughter.
Beth Corcoran.