SANTANA POV:
"Come on Quinn, open up! I need to repencil my eyebrows on!"
I continue to pound my fist on the door. I turn to Brittany, "Doesn't she get it..?"
I hit the door one more time, but this time it seems to have messed up the lock, unlocking the bathroom door. I turn to Brittany who just shrugs in reply. So I push open the door.
My eyes latch onto Quinn, who is leaning onto the sink, unaware of my newly found presence, seemingly lost in something on her arms. I shakily take a step forward, and begin to see rivers of blood flowing from her wrists, a double-edged razor in one hand.
"Quinn!" I manage to shriek out.
I forcefully grab the razor out of her hand, tossing it into the trash can. Brittany hands me a towel that was haphazardly thrown on the ground and I immediately press it against her arms. I gaze up into her dark hazel eyes.
"Quinn?" I manage to let out a whisper. She replies in the same fashion.
"Don't worry. It will stop soon. It always does."
I try not to think about what she just gave away, instead focusing on washing the blood off of her arms to wrap up with a bandage. I feel horrible. She knows me better than anyone, even Britt, yet I didn't see just how far she had fallen.
"Why did you do it Q?"
"I wanted to feel something for once."
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AN: I know it's short, just something to introduce. Next chapter will be up shortly! Let me know what you think in the reviews. --Thanks for reading--