A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfiction, so... don't be mean to me! I've had the idea stuck in my head since Glee, Actually. I know you all already know, but I must warn you that Quinn Fabray dies. The story is told by Rachel Berry. It's a bit sad, but I hope you like it. I'll post the next chapter as soon as I finish writing it, but I promise it won't take long!
I hope you like it. Review after reading, your opinion is important to me!
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Quinn Fabray died of a broken heart.
It sounds so untrue, so unrealistic. No one dies of a broken heart. I didn't believe it was possible until I met Quinn Fabray.
The doctors wouldn't say that. Her cause of death was suicide, but I don't like to think that way. The suicide was just a consequence, I knew she was already dead inside. I was the only one who knew it. I was the only one who actually tried to help her, but it was too late. Se couldn't take it anymore.
I looked at her weelchair for the last time before turning around and walking to my next class. The weelchair was in the middle of the hallway, like it had been since the accident. There was a white rose on it, that I could tell it was almost withering.
It was a tribute to Quinn Fabray. It was almost like anyone really cared about her. The cheerleader who was too weak to face life. The girl who got pregnant, who got expelled from her own house by her own parents. The girl who lost her baby, the only thing in the world she trutly loved. The girl who got in a car accident and had to use a weelchair. That was how other people seemed Quinn. But not me.
Quinn's life was hard. But I knew it wasn't just that that caused her death. There was an untold story. There is always an untold story. Quinn's untold story caused her to break, caused her to fall and never get up again.
I was Quinn Fabray's untold story.
Quinn Fabray loved me. And she couldn't take the fact that I didn't love her back. But I did. I loved that girl more than I've loved anyone else in this world. But I was too scared. My weakness caused her death.
Our story started in the first day I walked into McKinley High. It was my freshman year, and I was so excited. There was a big smile on my face. I was ready to start my new life. Until I felt the cold impact of a grape-flavored slushie against my face. I couldn't realize what was going on. I cleaned the slushie on my eyes with the back of my hands. and she was the first person I saw.
I wouldn't admit it back then, but Quinn Fabray was beautiful. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing what I could tell it was the cheerleading uniform. But what caught my attention were her eyes. They were beautiful, but there was something about then. There wasn't fun, or malice in her eyes. All I could see was pain.
"Welcome to McKinley, loser!" She laughed, and the two girls who were behind her laughed too. I felt so humiliated, but I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't stand up.
"Excuse me, do I know you?" I said, trying not to cry. That girl wouldn't make me cry, not at that moment.
"No, but you will. I'm Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader. I rule this school. And you should probably get used to it." She gave me a sarcastic smile and the girls laughed again. At that moment, she looked at me for the first time. Her smile fade away. "Let's go, girls" She said when her friends stopped laughing. The three of them turned away and started walking.
I didn't realize what had just happened. I've been slushied in my first day at that school. Great beggining.
I sighed and walked toward the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and used water to clean my face. I should have brought extra clothes.
I couldn't stop thinking about that girl who slushied me. What was her name, Quinn? I couldn't stop thinking about her eyes. About the pain I saw. But I must have been mistaken. The girl was beautiful, and she was head cheerleader. She had to be happy about it.
I started hating Quinn Fabray. She was a bully, and she was mean. She didn't even know me, yet she ruined my day.
Now, I'd give anything to have her back. Ironic, I know. The girl I wanted to disapear, actually disapeared. I just wanted to talk to her for one last minute. Tell her how sorry I was. Tell her how much she changed me.
Tell her how much I loved her.
To understand why, you need to know all the details. The moments only Quinn and I experienced.
You need to know Quinn Fabray's untold story.