Brittany,
I wonder sometimes what it would mean if we had gotten back together. In all honesty I can't imagine myself with anyone else. I don't see a future with the people around me and quite frankly I don't care. What I do care about however is how it felt with you. Everything just clicked and made sense. That day when you grabbed my right hand above the table and intertwined our fingers I freaked out internally because I didn't freak out. Your hand in mine... It felt normal - it felt right. WE were right in every ways. How our hands were molded to fit one another. Or when our bodies met to give an embrace. We fused so effortlessly and naturally it was beautiful. But it wasn't.
Sometimes I'll sit here and remember the feeling of your lingering touches, and I'll smile at the warmth that floods my body when it would happen. I loved how we always knew how to find each other no matter where we would be. Or how when I looked into your eyes you made me feel like I was the only thing in world. You're the only thing in mine. But now we're 3,186 miles apart and you're trying to find new love. It's okay though darlin' cause if I'm right we'll see each other soon. Don't forget me, because I haven't forgotten you.
Love Always,
Santana
Brittany
Tears well up in my eyes as I scan over the letter in my hands. It had been five years since I had last seen her. She's doing well from what I've seen. Sighing I fold the letter up once again placing it in the box under my nightstand. As I reach over to flip the light off a gruff hand reaches for my neck. Its suffocating. Everything in my vision begins to fade black as my body screams in pain and protest to his actions. He pushes me hard against the floor and twists me round to face him. Faintly over the sound of my heartbeat I hear the ripping of my clothes, begging, kicking, pleading, for this all to stop but all I hear is a sickening laughter as he begins to rapes me. I manage to bite the hand held over my mouth a retching screech. He stops his actions and I cry in relief. But all to soon he is back, rougher and meaner. The evil glint in his eyes behind the mask gleam in the moonlight as I feel cool metal against the skin of my neck. Resistance is becoming futile and I can't help but give in. As I look to my left I see the not sticking out of its hidden place and one thing crosses my mind before I know I've faced my end. 'Santana '
At Tampa LAX
'-Detective Fabray can you give any details to missing persons case?'
'No comment'
'Detective- Detective please its been a week since the spotting of Brittan-'
'NO MORE QUESTIONS REPORTER PLEASE. As you can imagine this is a very important case, now if you would ever so kindly leave me be I can get back on this lead I've aqquired'
'Sugar Motta, Bay 9 News, signing out'
Santana
Groaning I blindly reach for the alarm clock. *Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to celebrate last night* I reach for the remote and turn on the TV. Casually flipping through channels until someone catches my eye. I pause on Channel 9 News and I'll be damned if one Sugar Motta isn't on the screen annoying the shit out of some blonde. She looks like some sort of secret agent or some shit, poor chick has to be going through hell. Wait why does Sugar look like she's about to break down? I turn up the volume so I can actually hear what they're saying. Squinting I read the Header at the bottom of the screen.
***Dancer missing from Seattle Apartment**
Seattle? Isn't Britt there? There are thousands of dancers she has to be fine. Its been a long time. Maybe I should call her make sure she's safe. Yeah I'll do that.* I grab my phone from the night stand and unlock it. Scrolling in my contacts until I find her *Britt-Britt* anxiously I hit dial. Straight to voicemail. *the fuck*
I turn my head back to the TV just in time to see Motta on the ground crying. *what did I miss* then I see it. It hits me all at once but at the same time nothing happens.
***Urgent Update: Seattle Dancer Brittany Pierce Found Dead**
This can't be real. No I don't believe so. I'll just call her again and she'll answer. Britt always loses her phone right. Just as I go to hit redial my mothers name pops up on the screen.
'Mami?'
'Lo Siento Mija, I just found out, lo siento. I'm so so sorry baby girl.'
'No Mami Brittany's not dead she-she can't be. That's no-'
'Santana listen to me Mija Please understand. She's not coming back. Santana? Baby girl talk to me. Are you there? San. Ba-'
'I'm here I have to go I'll talk to you later'
I slide down to the floor as sobs wrack through my body. Every thing hurts. Breathing, living, crying. I call the only person I can think of. Mercedes picks up on the first ring
'just let it out I'm here now' she coos over the phone and I just lose it. Every time I fell like I'm about to calm down it hits me ten times over. Everything is so cold and empty. I thank Mercedes and hang up.
Leaving my phone on the ground I grab a jacket and keys and walk out the door. Driving to the nearest liquor store I purchase a Fifth of Jack. I drown out my sorrow with the burning sensation of alcohol as it travels down my throat. I don't know where I'm driving and quite frankly I don't care. I want this to be a dream so badly but deep down I know it isn't. So I drink some more. My eyes are becoming heavy and its hard to focus on the road. A little 3 second nap couldn't hurt. And maybe when I wake up Brittany will be okay. Yeah. I like the sound of that. *I'll see you soon B*
I turn on my side to snuggle closer into the warmth embracing me. Leaving a content sigh, I can't help but feel ultimately safe. Inhaling through my nose I elaborate how amazing it smells. *would it taste just as good as it smells?* Cautiously sticking my tongue out I feel a velvety soft surface. *This tastes amazing! Why haven't I done this sooner?.. Or have I? The answer eludes me*
I hear a low grumble on my left side instantly freezing my actions. *Had I said that out loud?* Opening my eyes I dare to look at what made the noise only to be greeted by more darkness. Was it always the dark, I can't remember. After many attempts and (minutes?) Later I finally give up on seeking the answers to my questions. Only knowing the the safety of what lie next to me, I lulled back into sleep.
I awake with chills running through my body. Reaching out to my left I try to seek the only source of comfort I knew. Disappointment racks my brain as I find the area around me empty. A stubborn huff escapes my lips as I stand up and begin to wander aimlessly through the darkness of the world I know.
'How did I get here? More importantly where is HERE? I must exist surely, right?'
*of course you exist you dimwit.*
'why do you sound like me?'
*because I AM you, simply put..*
'Do you have the answers to my questions?'
*possibly, but wait with time, I'm only another part of your subconscious*
'you aren't very helpful'
*never said I was*
'WAIT- did you hear that?'
Craning my neck to the side I still my body and listen intensely. Suddenly a warm hand grasps mine, right before a pain shoots through my arm. As soon as it appears it is gone, leaving me feeling suddenly at ease. The last thing I remember are the sweet incoherent nothings being whispered into my ear as I drift off into oblivion once more.
A loud thundering crash jolts me awake. I rub my eyes before opening them to a world of burnt sepia and umber. Old town house style buildings loom over me as far as I can see. Peering around a very grim realization plagues me. I am all alone. Here the silence near deafens my ears. Louder than anything I have ever known. Swallowing my discomfort I force my limbs to move forward. Weaving in and out of buildings and roadways for what could've been hours(?) A sudden wave of déjà vu hits me hard.
'I know this place. Vaguely, but it's there. Here in front of me. In front of me. Burnt umber.. Sepia..buildings..'
All at once it clicks. I can SEE. Stumbling backwards I trip over debris and land harshly on my tailbone, yelping in pain. There's a pressure over my mouth, frantically I swat at my face trying to rid the ragged invisible blockade. Beautiful blue eyes look down at me, pleading for me to relax. I know them from somewhere, maybe if I can get closer I'll whirls at me as I try to stand. My legs give out once more and I collapse, looking at the pale red sky, before everything closes to black.
At Tampa General
CALL IN EMERGENCY, I'VE GOT A 23 YEAR OLD FEMALE COMING FROM HILLSBOROUGH AND MEMORIAL SHES GOT A FRACTURED SKULL, BROKEN COLLAR BONE, HAIRLINE SPINAL FRACTURE, COLLAPSED LUNG, AND BROKEN RIBS. PREP SURGICAL ROOM STAT. ETA 3 MINUTES.
Doctors and nurses rush about the ER prepping for the new arrival.
The blaring sirens of the ambulance begin to elevate in sound as seconds crawl by.
A body is rolled straight into surgery.
Doctors and nurses alike gape in horror at the condition of woman.
Seconds later a Blonde haired woman busts through the ER doors with blazing hazel eyes. Frantically searching every face in the room until eyes land on .
'Detective, right this way.'