chapter 2
Santana's eyes darted back ans forth as stared around the room trying to figure out just where in the hell she was. The room was dark and cold but she hardly registered this as she sat up, the thin blue sheet slipping from her body to the floor. Her nipples peaked and for the fisrt time she realized she was naked.
" what the fuck?' she thought. Did she pass out at one of Pucks parties? was this some stupid prank?
Sliding her legs from the side of the tables she stood. She knew this place. She tip toed to the metal closet that was a few feet away and hoped something was inside she could use to cover herself with. Inside she was greatful to find a pair of scrubs and a gray hoodie about three times too big for her. She slid it in anyway. Glancing around the room Santana was a little freaked out at what she saw, there were other tables like the one she had woken up on and to her displeasure it looked as though they were people on them too, Only she didnt think they were a victim of a prank like she had been.
The room was too quiet around her. Stale. She had to get out of there. Slowly pulling the door opened she scanned the area not wanting to get caught by any orderlies. How the hell was she supposed to explain that one to her father? " oh sorry papi my friend got me drunk and thought it would be funny to put me in the-' Her thoughts stopped when she saw the plaque outside the door.
Morgue.
A flash of something came to her. something about rain and blood. Lots of blood. Her head began to pound and she cradeld it in her hands.
A smell invaded her senses almost at once calming her entire being. It was familiar and yet foreign to her. More images filled her mind as she breathed in deep, the choir room and singing on stage. Rachel. That was it, the smell was then it all hit her at once.
She remembered being pushed up against the lockers, remembered the feel of warm blood as it cascaded down her neck and remembered the wet sticky sound it made as it splattered across the floor. she remembered falling and grabbing at Rachel a call for help dying on her lips as unconsciusness took her.
Santana remembered dying.
The dinging of an elevator door opening ripped her from her thoughts and she dipped out of the exit only door at the opposite end of the hallway. she couldnt be seen. She didnt know how to explain to anyone something she had no answers for. Something that shouldnt be real.
As Santana stepped outside the rain finally began to fall.
...
After the nightmare rachel couldnt fall back to sleep. It had been just too real and every time she closed her eyes she saw santana reaching for her over an over again. Bloodrolling down her fingers and dripping onto the floor.
Rachel shuddered and wondered if she would ever get that image out of her mind. A creaking noise startled her and she listened intently to try and hear what had caused the noise but the house remained quiet ans still. she glanced at the clock on her bedside table; it was three in the morning. ' Just your imagination' she told herself.
She could finally feel sleep begin to claim her when something cracked against her gasped and sat straight up pulling the blankets up around her. Seconds dragged by like hours as she listened for anything unusual but once again the house fell silent. Sighing, she pushed the covers back and shakily got to her feet, her heart thundered in her chest as she moved closer to the window.
The trees stood like dark sentinels against an even darker sky. Everything seemed still as she scanned the yard below looking for anything that could have caused the noise but even the leaves on the trees were impossibly still.
And then there it was, a small shimmer of movement. Rachel sucked in a tiny breath.
There was something down there. Cursing silently she turned from the window and headed towards the hallway. For a split secons she contemplated waking up her fathers but the fear of bothering them if this was nothing more then her imagination moved her down the stairs instead.
She moved through the eerily silent living room, through the kitchen and opened the sliding glass door that led to her back yard. As soon as the night air hit her skin goosebumps erupted all over her body nd she hugged herself in hopes of gaining some warmth. The night seemed to breathe around her.
Hesitantly she moved deeper into the yard and away from the safety of the house. Her mind screamed at her to turn around but she knew she had seen something out here4. If someone was planning to prank her after everything that had happened and she had been thriough today she was in the mind of calling the police instead of letting it go like she normally would. From somewhere a screen door slammed causing her to jump.
" Hello?" She finally called out into the night " Is-" but a cool hand clamped around her mouth before she could finish the question. Before she even had the chance to scream.
TBC
