So this is my first fic like ever. Was listening to the song Clarity by Zedd and the idea for this fic just popped up. I literally started this 2 hours and already loved it so hopefully I get to update soon. I know canon brittana right now is pretty much non existent and me and alot of others are surving purely on fics. Hopefully some enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing what I have so far. :D Anyways please feel free to review, well if you want.
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Only one hundred and eighty-four days. One hundred and eighty-four days in this little speck of nothing called a town and Santana Lopez would be off on her journey home. Her location now? Lima, Ohio. A small town, but a big change that she desperately needed. And where was home? Well, she hasn't figured that out yet. Santana was always on the move, the constant changes of scenery were her attempt at filling the large void in her chest. The feeling of emptiness and being alone which kept her awake at night. It was the reason for her scars both internally and physically. She just needed something that felt right. She didn't know what "right" felt like just yet, but once she gets to where she's meant to be she'll know it, otherwise it wasn't be to be, right?
Santana was on her senior year of high school and would soon be attending her seventh school since freshman year. Academically she was well, she had all the honors classes she could take and loved reading more than anything. She was rather beautiful even though she never thought so, but everyone around her were very aware of her more than exceptional looks. All the boys wanted her, and all the girls wanted to be her. Standing at over 5 feet tall with Plump full lips, dark raven hair that did wonders when it was down, caramel skin and a captivating set of dark brown eyes that when you see into them, you feel like they're looking into your soul.
Exceptional grades, more than exceptional looks, what more could a girl need? Stability and that was something she did not have. Yes her shell made it seem like she had everything intact, but beneath the few thin layers of beauty and intelligence she is broken and only had thick layers of darkness, loneliness, and fear to try to fix the cracks. Not fear of others, of course. Santana was more than capable of taking care of herself. Beating anyone's ass if they need it. But fear of herself, mostly her thoughts of herself and her actions against her own as well. She never intends to hurt herself; but it happens. Her sole purpose is the exact opposite actually. To love herself, to love life, to feel like she mattered, again. She just wants to belong. All the feelings she once felt when she was younger, when she was happy, when she was naïve, before life kicked her ass out of a fantasy world and into the real one.
Growing up she had it all. Perfect family, perfect house, perfect life. But then one summer evening when she was 14, after attending perfect mass from her perfect church, she wanted ice cream. The weather in Florida was hot that hour so her perfect daddy agreed. Mrs. Lopez and her Mexican background felt that getting ice cream was a bad idea and that they should just go back home, but Mr. Lopez didn't get that vibe and felt that his little girl deserved some ice cream. After getting their ice cream the Lopez family proceeded to their car. Santana grabbed her dad's keys and ran to go set the radio station. Mr. and Mrs. Lopez stayed back to get extra napkins and some fries to dip into their cones. Once Santana got in the car she started playing really loud rock music that her mother hated just to bother her mom even more. When the drum solo started Santana heard a few loud bangs and some screams, she looked up to see two men wearing black ski masks running away. She unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car, she walked back to the ice cream shop to tell her parents she wanted to go back home and that fries in their ice cream cones was a weird combination anyway. She stepped into the ice cream shop and was greeted by her mother and her father laying on the floor, choking on their own blood. Santana rushed to them and instantly knew that it was too late. She apologized over and over to both her parents. Mr. Lopez let his mija know that he loved her and that he would always be watching over her. Mrs. Lopez said it wasn't Santana's fault and let her daughter know she was so proud of her and that she would do great things. With their final I love you's Santana let out a cry and her parents closed to their eyes and fell into their deep sleep forever.
Santana always blamed herself for the death of her parents. She didn't pull the trigger that released the bullets that took their lives, but it was her fault they were at that place, at the moment, and she would never let herself forget it. After her parent's funeral she was forced to move in with her grandma who lived a couple hours away, shortly after her move her grandma started saying it was Santana's selfish needs that took her son's life away. Santana couldn't handle the thought of her family thinking of her like that so she ran. She ran as far as she could.
The night she ran away a cop seen her and took her down to the station. She said she was on vacation from New York and that her parents and she got into an argument. Days passed and nobody claimed her so she was sent to child services in New York and taken into foster care. She did that repeatedly. Once a semester of school was finished and she didn't like the vibe her surroundings gave her, she ran. Ran until she couldn't anymore and hoped to not be claimed, so she could repeat her cycle of looking for completion.
Eventually child services caught up. Junior year second semester, school number six in Kentucky her social worker told her she had to stay with a foster family for the whole school year or she wouldn't be granted her possessions her parents left her in their will. She asked for a small town in Ohio and ended up in Lima. She would be spending the next one hundred eighty-four days with the Pierce family and a Titan at William Mckinley High. One town closer to home.