Oh my god. I'm going to die here. I'm going to die all alone. I want my mum. I want... Shit I'm so scared. What if they come in here? I'm going to die standing above a toilet. I want to go home. I want Sam. Please somebody find me.
Brittany looked around the cubicle. She could hardly see anything from the tears in her eyes. She was going to die here, and she was sure of it. All alone. She rubbed her eyes, clearing them a little and folded her arms back over her chest, as if it would reassure her. She needed that small comfort. She could pretend she was somewhere else. All those things she wanted to say to people. Her mum, her dad. Lord Tubbington. Sam. Santana. Oh shit. Santana. She missed her so much and now she was never going to see her again. Phone. She reached into her back pocket and found it. Normally she would have left it in her bag but for some reason today she had wanted to keep it with her. Thank god. She looked through her contacts list. Fuck what was that? Were those footsteps? Oh god. Oh god. Santana. She needed to feel safe and Santana had always protected her before. Like nobody else had ever quite managed to. She dialed the number and held it close to her ear.
"Britt?" Oh god there it was. The voice she needed to hear. She let out a gasp, gulping for air between her muffled sobs. "Britt what's going on?"
"San. San, I'm so scared." She was shaking now. She didn't want to be alone like this. She wanted San here next to her, to tell her that everything was going to be alright.
"Britt take a deep breath. What's going on?" Santana sounded worried. She was always so caring when it came to their relationship.
"San I think I'm going to die. There were gunshots at school and I just ran and hid and now I'm all alone and I'm scared San. God I'm so scared." Her voice broke at the last sentence, and she had to fight to regain composure. She couldn't speak too loud. She couldn't make too much noise. Shit she was terrified.
"Britt, where are you? Britt listen to me you need to stay quiet." Santana would've sounded calm to anyone else, but Brittany knew she was putting it on. She was panicking just as much as her.
"I'm... I'm in the toilet, I'm standing on the toilet. I locked the cubicle door. San I'm so scared. I'm going to die San..."
"Britt you are not going to die, there's no way I'm going to let that happen. I can't. Britt you have to keep quiet, just promise me you'll stay quiet. Fuck. You're going to be alright I promise. You just have to wait a little longer. Promise me Britt. You have to stay calm."
"San I have to go I think someone's coming in. San I can't talk."
"Britt?" She could hear San talking but she couldn't reply there was someone here, in the room.
"Britt?" That wasn't Santana. But...
"Mr. Schue?"
"Brittany come on, let's go get back to the others." Thank god. Oh god. She was saved. Saved. She picked up the phone again.
"San it's Mr. Schue. He's come to get me."
"Go with him Britt. Go now and stay safe. Ring me when you get out of all this."
"I will. I promise. San I love you."
"I love you too. Now go."