AN: Just a idea floating around in my head I don't know if I want to continue it or not, it'll only be about four chapters so let me know.

"Do you know why you're here" He's tapping his pen again I hate when he taps his pen " Lucy will you respond in some way at this point a blink would be good", I just continue my breathing pattern in out in out deep breaths. I hate this gown I hate the way the material feels against my skin. When Quinn's wears the best dresses they feel great, they never rub my skin the wrong way. "Are you Lucy today?" He says stopping the terrible tapping squinting at me like always "You know you can talk to me, it'll make you feel better Lucy".

I hear the buzz fill the room and the Doctor sighs "You've been here almost 4 years Lucy someday you'll have to be the one to talk" he presses the little box on his desk making the buzzing stop which is great because it was making my head pound more than it already was. "I'm keeping you on all your current medicines and I'll up the sleeping pills because those bags under your eyes are telling me stories even if you wont".

Two orderly comes in and grab my arms in vice grips like every week when I make the trip out of my room to the office. I close my eyes and let my head roll back and go limp like every week making them drag me. They put me on my bed and just shake their heads slamming and locking the door behind them like every week. Every week, everyday, every second the same routine the same thing. Quinn doesn't like it, and when Quinn doesn't like something things get hard for me. She's the one keeping me quite I want to talk I want to tell them about the other side the switch that gets flipped and Quinn comes out to play.

The switch that makes her trick people, the switch that makes her lie and manipulate getting people close to her, so she can commit the worst things imaginable. She's the real reason why my only real friend and my one true love is dead and gone, with family and friends mourning her and what she could have become still to this day. The reason why I have the tiny star carved into my hip. So I can remember what Quinn did, not me Quinn. I wish I could talk about all these things and more but Quinn only talks when she wants to talk.

I wish I could tell them why she did it what drove her to the point to kill. Why right in this same building Quinn's very best friend is in a room too, locked in and unable to get free mourning the loss of her true love. Dead by Quinn's hands. I want to but she wont let me. At night when I crack my window Even with the bars there I can stick my hand out feel the wind through my fingers and I can hear Quinn's friend singing right on the floor below me. Always the same song, every night like she's trying to bring her back with the last song she sang her. Softly crying with each word reaching her hand out to feel the freedom we will never see again.

I wish I was allowed to see her I would apologize. But Quinn wouldn't like that very much. Because with Quinn it's never an accident.