My phone vibrated at 2:00 in the morning. Groaning lightly, I flapped my hands around until I felt something go up my spine. Grabbing the phone quickly, I put it against my ear, wondering who it was.
"Quinn, its Sam. I have to tell you something important," my eyes opened a bit more, sitting up in my bed curiously. Even though me and Sam broke up, we were still good friends and kept a close relationship. I sighed lightly as I probably figured out what was so "important".
"Sam, I already know about your hair. You don't need to tell me again,"
"It's not that, I'm moving back to Tennessee," My phone nearly dropped out of my hand when I heard the words "moving back." I wanted to cry with sadness. But I couldn't. Not now when I'm half asleep. This COULDN'T happen though. Sam was, no, IS my best friend. He made me happy for the first time since Shelby adopted Beth.
"W-when will you be leaving?" I tried to hold back my tears, but the warm droplets rolled down my face. I calmly waited for a reply.
"Tomorrow morning, can you plea-"
I cut him off, "I will, I promise."
"Bye," I heard a small click on the other line, and I hung up too. I silently cried into the palms of my hands as I felt something cool on my forehead. Lifting my head curiously, I saw what was on my finger.
Sam's promise ring.
"I can't…" I remembered that Sam had told us that he and Mercedes started dating. Grabbing the ring tight, I began to tug it off my finger and threw it in the trash instantly. "No, that promise was broken, I broke it." I thought again as I got out of bed and began to pace the floor. My mind began to race with memories faster than a car going 100 miles an hour. I lost Finn last year because I cheated on him with Puck. I had lost my parents when I was pregnant and Finn made a stupid act by singing "You're having my baby". I had lost the position of head-cheerleader of the cheerios thanks to Puck. I lost Beth because I didn't want to keep her. Now I was losing Sam. A thought popped into my head, but it faded away quickly. Another one came in my head, and it made me furious.
This happened because of my religion. Because of my belief for HIM. "No longer will I believe," I thought as I glanced at my phone. "I won't say goodbye," I thought once more. I walked over to my laptop quickly, going onto a hair dye website.
Seeing a pink that I was satisfied with, I began to look for a new wardrobe. Including a shirt with an upside-down cross. I whispered softly to myself "The old Quinn is gone. Goodbye forever."