A/N: I wrote this a while ago and just found it in my computer, so I decided to upload this little prologue and see how it goes.
St. Vincent Medical Center, Intensive Cares Unit, Room 1506 – October 22nd, 2024
LA, California
Quinn
Out of nothing you hear it again, those three musical notes creating a very childish melody. Immediately, anxiety starts spreading all over your body because you know you've been hearing it for a while now, and you want to follow it so bad, but you just can't get any closer. The melody always dies in the distance, and you haven't solved the mystery of its presence.
Somehow; this time, it feels pretty different, this time, you feel that it's possible and that you can find the way to get closer to this unreachable sound. So you give it a try and it actually works, the melody is clearer now and it reminds you of something, the downside is that you can't remember what exactly that is, but it feels warm and welcoming.
You doubt for a while, but decide to keep trying and get even closer. It works again. This time the melody invades you and the anxiety fully disappears. Memories are trying to come and you can feel them. You can feel those tender arms wrapping you completely while swaying from side to side, and then you hear it; it's your mom's singing voice.
You never want to leave this place, not now that you're feeling something, the fact is you haven't felt anything for what seems to be a long time, but you get curious for what you can find, and again, you gather the courage to get closer. It hurts, first because you can't hear your mom's voice again, and then because realization hits you: you were dreaming, but not anymore.
You come to your senses and the first thing you physically feel is the softness of the surface where you are laying, this gives you the idea of proportion and how much space your body is occupying. The softness increases at one point, you suppose under your head, and you try to remember the word; it's a pillow, and a big fluffy one.
The next sense that activates gives you no surprise because it just repeats the sound you have been hearing all this time, but now that you are able to make connections, you start listening. The melody is the same, but the origin of it it's definitively not a voice, it's an instrument; and just when you are trying to find the right name for it, it stops.
You feel yourself losing track again, that melody was the anchor holding you here. Time passes, no more than a minute you estimate, when suddenly, something new, warm and completely amazing happens. The new physical feeling is so overwhelming that it reminds you of a new sense you haven't used yet, so you go for it. Nervously and smoothly is how you manage to open your eyes.
The light is too much for you to get used to, so you find the perfect fine line of sight with your eyes almost closed that allows you to recognize your surroundings. The first thing you see is the source of that physical contact, your hand covered by another hand, but this one is considerably smaller than yours and the skin is a little tanned. You follow the tiny arm up with your eyes just to find the cutest face. This little girl was staring at you curiously, but you can't avoid appreciate her physical appearance, her hair is dark brown and wavy, held by a skinny yellow headband, her eyes are hazel and her cheeks are chubby. She is adorable, you think, but the moment her smirk caught your attention is when you make another connection, she definitively reminds you of someone, but you immediately discard that idea. It's impossible.
You take a deep breath before analyzing your surroundings, now that your eyes allow you to have a bigger view, everything looks so clean, the walls, the floor, even the air smells like disinfectant, the medical equipment by your right side that keeps beeping every few seconds makes you stop wondering: it's a hospital. A hospital. Why are you in a hospital? How long have you been here? And who is this little girl in front of you? You try to remember, but nothing comes to your mind.
First things first. Name: Lucy Quinn Fabray, Age: Seventeen, Parents: Judy and Russell Fabray, School: McKinley High... Rachel, the name pops in your head and you stop thinking. She's about to get married and you need to stop it, in fact, you were on your way to the chapel but somehow ended up asleep somewhere and now you're in a hospital. You have to get on your feet and leave. Now. But when you try to get up it surprises you that only your back lifts a bit, it's impossible to move your legs, you can't even feel them at all.
You start panicking, and that somehow must have transmitted through your eyes because the little girl quickly removed her hand from yours and stares at you scared, you want to comfort her, you need to keep her around, she may be the only one who can tell you what in god's name is going on. "Wait!" you barely spoke with a voice you don't even recognize as yours, but she is faster and starts running towards the door. Before she leaves you can hear her screaming: "Tía Rachel, Aunt Q woke up!".
So, if you like it please review! Just the prologue will be in second person, the rest of the chapters in other people's POV (including Quinn), and each chapter will jump between 2012 and 2024 in order to explain how everything happens. Also, so sorry if there are any mistakes, english isn't my first language. Hope you liked it!