It was September 10th when Lorena Lopez decided that her daughter needed professional help.

She didn't know what to do anymore; she couldn't stand to hear the screams at night, she couldn't stand holding her another time and trying to calm her down with Antonio holding her legs so she wouldn't kick, she couldn't stand to see the tears streaming down her face telling her to let her die in peace, she couldn't stand to see another mark on her wrists. She just couldn't see her baby slipping away from her and see that she couldn't help her on her won, she couldn't even dare to think of losing her little girl and she decided she wouldn't have to.

That cold September morning, Lorena walked into her daughter's bedroom, stopping in her tracks to contemplate her sleeping so peacefully. She turned around slowly and started looking at her room, every doll, every paint, every book, every memory was going into her brain one last time. With tears rolling down her face, she grabbed a bag and started putting some of her clothes on it, and a letter.

With one last look, she woke her up.

Santana opened her eyes slowly and looked at her mother, she had tears running down her face and bags under her eyes, she looked so much older than she actually was.

Lorena couldn't call this 'life' anymore.

Santana stared at her mother for a while, trying to read her expression.

She noticed the bag.

"Mom?" She asked nervously not taking her eyes off the bag in her hand.

"Santana, sweetie… I'm sorry" Lorena said, almost whispered, trying to keep her voice steady, trying to sound calm and not breaking in front of her daughter. She wouldn't show her weakness. She couldn't.

With one last look, Santana throw the sheets and got out of the bed, trying to run away from the woman in the bed looking ready to break down.

Antonio was waiting for her at the door and in a blink, she was in his arms, kicking and screaming, trying to get away.

"Let me go, Antonio!" She screamed at the top of her lungs "You're a traitor, you're a liar! Let me go!" It didn't matter how many times she tried to free herself, his brother wasn't letting her go.

"Tana, we're doing this because we love you." Antonio said trying hard not to cry. His little sister, the little girl she has played with years ago in the park, the one he used to hold when she has a nightmare; he couldn't recognize her anymore.

"You are all liars! If you really loved me, you wouldn't do this; you wouldn't send me away like a dog to the kennel!" Santana screamed feeling her throat ripping. Her whole world was crumbling in front of her eyes, all that she believed in was a lie, it was gone. They were all liars.

"Sweetie, please…" Lorena said walking over her and trying to put a comforting had on her shoulder.

"Don't you dare touch me! You're not a mother, a mother wouldn't do this to her own daughter, I hate you, I hate you all!" Santana screamed kicking and trying to free her arms. With her eyes closed maybe the pain will just go away.

Those words were directly to Lorena's heart like knives.

Her daughter, her little girl, her sunshine… hated her.

She hated her.

She felt dizzy, like she was going to fall every moment, she couldn't breathe.

Suddenly two men in white came in, they looked at the scene in front of their eyes and held a sigh. They walked to where Santana and Antonio were and one of the guys grabbed Santana while the other grabbed her bag.

Loren tried to get close to her, she only wanted to hug her one last time, she wanted to feel her soft skin in her hands, she wanted to whisper in her ear that she loved her, oh, she loved her so much.

She didn't let her.

"Don't get near me, monster. Since this day, you're not my mama anymore. Te odio!(1) No quiero volverte a ver, jamas!(2)" With one last hateful look, Santana was taken away.

Lorena stayed still, like she was frozen, she couldn't feel her feet and her brain was still processing her last words.

It was the worst nightmare.

She broke.

She felt her knees shaking and fell to the ground. She couldn't find her voice and her head was spinning, her eyes watering and her hands shaking.

She screamed, and screamed and kept screaming.

Punching the ground and feeling how her heart broke into tiny little pieces, life didn't seem so beautiful anymore.

No, this was her own hell.

She craved this herself, she told herself, it was her fault her daughter hated her, it was her fault and only hers.

"Mama, please, she didn't mean it, she was only angry… please, don't cry" Antonio said grabbing her in his strong arms, rubbing circles on her back and letting her cry on his shoulder. He had to be strong, for her mama, for her sister and for himself. "It was for the best, mama, she needed help."

It didn't matter how many times Antonio told her that she had done the right thing. How something that was right could feel so wrong? No, for her, she hadn't made the right decision.

She had betrayed her only daughter and that was the only thought that crossed her mind when she screamed and cried in her son arms.

Santana stared from the car's window with a neutral expression. She felt dizzy, confused, alone…

She noticed the stretcher she was on, she felt a pain in her head and her vision was blurred. It still felt so surreal, how she was leaving the house she had grown up in, the people she trusted the most and how they probably were going to throw her in an insane asylum.

She couldn't tell exactly how she was feeling, but she could say she felt numb, empty inside and lonely.

She felt like crying, but the tears wouldn't fall, maybe her eyes were already dry and her body wasn't paying attention to the pain in her chest. The trees and the sky, they were laughing at her. They were free and she wasn't, she will never be.

She was tired of running; she was tired of this life.

She wanted to sleep and to sleep and never be awakened.

Suddenly the truck stopped, bringing her back to reality. She listened to the steps outside, the whispers and just knew they were coming for her, those two men in white coats who thought she was crazy. This was it for her. She will never be free.

The door opened to reveal the two men one taller than the other, both of them were smiling sweetly to her and she felt like throwing up, she hated fake smiles. Now she understood how a fish felt in its bowl.

"Hi, Santana. My name is Blaine Anderson and this is Finn Hudson, we are nurses here and we can promise you that you are on good hands." The guy on the left wearing too much gel for Santana's liking said.

Now Santana could have said something, some snarky comment like 'aren't nurses women?' or 'I think you miss a spot on your hair' but she just was so tired, she didn't want to say anything.

Why would it change?

Exactly, nothing.

Instead of saying something, Santana looked at them with no expression on her face. They didn't seem dangerous, but she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of hearing her voice. She was not that easy.

"You can trust us." The taller one, Finn she supposed, said looking a little uncomfortable under her strong gaze. She didn't move and inch, only smirked.

"Trust you? You mean I should trust the two mastodons who dragged me here like a bag of potatoes? Yeah, I don't think so."

She took a minute to see their surprise expressions, especially in the taller one who seem ready to leave and never heard a single word about her ever again, and she shifted her gaze to look at the place before her eyes, she couldn't really see a lot with the two guys standing in front of her covering her view but it was enough for her. She didn't like this place, she didn't have to get inside to know that it will be a boring white place full of fake smiles. She knew those kind of people, she had lived around them all her life, the ones who try to convince you that they care when they really don't. Those men weren't the exception, they were just doing their job.

Blaine and Finn looked at each other and thought the same thing: 'This is a difficult one'

Blaine sighed and turned to look at the girl in front of him. She was broken and in need, and he knew that and she knew that but she didn't want to feel vulnerable, he knew that and she knew that.

"Look, Santana, we don't want to hurt you. We are here to help you." Blaine said walking closer to her, trying really hard to make her understand.

"You are talking like I'm insane or something, which I'm not. I don't need your help." Santana said watching him carefully and crossing her arms over her chest without moving from her spot in the stretcher.

"Please just let us take you inside." Blaine said. He had been working here for a while, it wasn't new for him to meet this kind of people.

"Why? You could always carry me like a sack, that was what you did before, isn't it?"

She may have looked like a quiet girl but we know better. Those snarky comments, the smirks and the cold gaze, they were her shield against the world and by now, it was all she had.

"Will you give us a chance? We need to take you inside now." Blaine said slowly. He wasn't giving up, he had come across some pretty difficult people, this girl didn't scare him nor bother him, in fact, she intrigued him.

"I don't know what that was that woman who calls herself my mother told you, but I'm not crazy and I do not want nor need your help."

Blaine held her strong gaze with his soft eyes, extended his hand and asked "Please?"

Now Santana, she has never been the kind of girl who trust other easily. She probably never will.

Since his father died 3 years ago when she was 15, he has had trouble trusting people and opening up. She usually stayed in the corner of her room looking at the ceiling, crying in silence, suffering inside with a smile on her face. The only ones who were there for her were her mother and her brother, they knew her from inside out.

But now they were gone.

Santana could say something and then maybe kick him, maybe run away from them and this place but, where would she go? She didn't have a home, she didn't have friends to go to, and certainly she didn't want to see her family.

She was alone.

She couldn't tell you why, because she couldn't understand it herself, but something told her she could trust the guy with the gel, soft eyes and sweet smile.

And she did.

She took his hand and looked into his eyes. He smiled at her.

"Thank you"

Santana got out of the truck with Blaine by his side, Finn grabbed her bag and it was that exact moment, with the two male nurses by her side that she knew there was no coming back.

This was her life now.

The door opened and taking a big breathe she started walking. The first thing she saw a big and beautiful fountain in the middle of what seem to be a small park, the center of the clinic she had to be in now. Then she noticed the two building at the two sides of the fountain and one in the middle. White.

She turned to look at the two guys by her side and they only walked straight to the building in the middle. She followed them.

She walked slowly and started noticing the numbers on the doors, 1A, 2B, 3A… people in white cats and others in casual clothes, some were walking, some were eating, some were talking, some were just sitting in a bench and some were looking at her.

Definitely fish in a bowl.

When she got inside the building she instantly thought it was the reception, the name "Miracles" was written on the wall, Santana had to hold a snort, it was a really cheesy name but she shouldn't even be surprised. She looked at the two nurses –girl ones- sitting on the counter, one had bright blonde hair wrapped in a ponytail tipping something in a computer while the other one had long brown hair and was writing in a notepad.

Blaine and Finn walked to where the girls were and Santana followed without saying a word.

"Hello there, Marley, Kitty; this is the new inter" Blaine said smiling, indicating to Santana to come closer to where the two girls were now looking at her, one with a sweet smile and the other with a raise eyebrow.

Finn put the bag on the counter and said to the girl with the ponytail "Lopez, Santana Lopez"

The girl looked at Santana from head to toe and smiled. Santana knew well how a fake smile looked and that was one. "Welcome, Santana. I'm Kitty Wilde, I hope you can feel comfortable."

Santana nodded and turned around to look at the other girl who seemed to be writing something again, she caught her gaze and stopped in her tracks looking up.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to be rude, I was just filling your papers. I'm Marley Rose" The girl said smiling sweetly at her. She couldn't tell if it was fake or not.

She couldn't even dare to think it was a fake one smile, even the girl with the ponytail didn't seem so bad after all.

She shocked those thoughts out of her head.

"Papers?" Santana asked a little confused.

"Oh right, you have to write here. It's just a bunch of questions to help to get you know you better." Marley said giving her the papers "Kitty here will put your name in the system and assign you a room, a nurse and a doctor."

"Why does this feel more like college than a clinic?" Santana asked with sarcasm on her voice but Marley only laughed.

Santana turned her gaze down to look at the files and took the pen.

What's your name?

Santana Lopez

How old are you?

18 years old

Where are you from?

Colombia

What do you like to do?

Listen to music, sing and be alone

Do you have any siblings?

Yes, one older brother

What's your favorite color?

Black and red

What's your favorite food?

Sweets

Who is your favorite person?

My dad

What's your favorite time of the day?

The night

Do you believe in miracles?

No

After answering all the questions, she gave the files back to Marley who received them with a smile on her face. Didn't her cheeks hurt?

"Well, thank you very much, that will be all. Kitty?"

"Oh yes, your room is in the building to the left, second floor, room 3B. You will have two roommates, your assigned nurse is Quinn Fabray, you will meet her later, and you will have to wait until tomorrow to meet you doctor, be ready before 9:00 am" Kitty said with her eyes on the screen and when she finished she turned to look at her "If you need anything at all don't hesitate to tell us."

"Thank you" Santana said grabbing her bag, Finn had left a while ago saying something another patient and she was left with Blaine.

"Follow me, Santana" Blaine said noticing her gaze on him "I'll take you to your room." He took her bag from her hand and smile before turning around and starting to walk..

Santana looked at the girls one last time before following Blaine.

She walked down those white corridors, trying to catch sight of everything around her. Sure the walls were white, sure the name was a cliché, sure there were some fakes smiles but something was different about this clinic from others, she could feel it. She also knew for a fact that this clinic didn't only treat mental illness, she knew they treated cancer, muscular treatments, burns, anorexia, bulimia, disorders and, of course, depression. After all, that's the reason she was there.

Blaine stayed silent until they were in front of room 3B.

"Well, here we are." He said turning to look at her "I guess I'll see you later."

"Yeah, sure… thanks." She said taking her bag and looking at him all the time, since she saw his last smile until he turned the corner and disappeared of her sight.

Sighing, she turned to look at the door.

Nervousness filled every part of her body. Her chest started hurting, she felt her feet glued to the ground, her head was pounding and she held her breathe.

She knew that once she opened that door, everything will change.

She did.

(1) I hate you

(2) I don't ever want to see you again

Hello! So this is my new story, feel free to tell me what you think, I just love reviews *.*

Anyway, see you next time!