A/N: Thanks to all those who favourited and alerted this story AND thanks for the review ^-^ yippee :D I'm really, really sorry that I forgot to mention that this stiry will probably contain self harm and definitely will contain mental illness, I don't know whether these are triggers for some people but I thought I should warn you. (It is kind of a mental clinic for traumatised teens) Also this chapter is a bit longer. I'm gradually working up to 2,000 words. This is about 1,500.

Chapter three – Be seeing you

Santana woke the next morning to the sound of old bluesy music coming from down the hall, echoing all around as if far away but in a large space, it sounded like the Gramophone her father adamantly refused to throw out. She got up slowly, feeling unusually light and … fluffy almost as if she were a cloud. That's right not sitting on a cloud she was a cloud. She looked down and saw that she was in nothing but a white nightgown and frowned. Why would I wear a nightgown? Then she noticed how bright everything was … just really light and everything was hard to see, but at the same time everything was terrifyingly clear. Not just the room but her thoughts were .. clear and made … sense? Then why couldn't she see her thoughts? She had so much clarity about all her thoughts and yet she could not access them.

She opened her door and was greeted by the same sound from earlier only slightly louder. The walls were all white and the light was here too, as if breaking through the ceiling and shining down, invading her sight. That's when She noticed the song change.

'one night to be confused, one night to speed up truth, we had a promise paid, four hands and then away'

The sound echoed louder through the halls and Santana padded through towards the sound, it was a song her mother had often sung when she was a child while her father played the guitar. She had always loved it.

'Both under influence, we had divine sense, to know what to say, mind is a razor blade'

The sound now sounded more acoustic and less like a Gramophone was playing it, she grinned and started to run quickly towards it.

'to call for hands of above, to lean on, wouldn't be good enough, for me no.'

Santana burst through the door at the end to see her parents look up from where they were sitting, as she suspected, they were in the same position they used to be when they sung to her; Javier, her father, sitting on a stool to the right of her mother playing the guitar whilst her Bella, her mother, stood, singing out.

They both looked up and smiled at her. Bella held out her hand for Santana. A silent invitation for her to join them and sing. Santana slowly walked towards them. Her mother tilted her head slightly and-

There was a loud bang. A very fucking loud bang. A bullet straight through her mother and her. Her mother still held her hand. Still smiling with her head tilted slightly to the side. Bella dropped suddenly to the ground as did her father. The minute they did Santana was left grasping uselessly at the ground while her breath failed her. She choked and spluttered staring into the emotionless faces of her two parents, pleading them to wake up, to help her. Neither moved, instead she rose to her feet unsteadily and started to step backwards hazardously. Stumbling, her back she hit the door she had come through so she turned around to enter back through only to fall down. Plummeting down fast into something she couldn't see. She tried to scream but only ended up emptying some sort of maroon liquid. It was too much. Her eyes rolled back and she stopped fighting. She just stopped.

'Santana? Come on we need to go for breakfast. We're starting a few lessons today remember? Don't wanna be late.'

Santana rolled over and rubbed her tired eyes. 'Where...?' She managed to breath out lightly.

'Breakfast. Let's get going, you know Felicia will be upset if you don't come.' It was nice for her to have Jaimie, they had grown close over the past two weeks and it was good to have someone looking out for her who was her own age and didn't have so many responsibilities like Felicia did.

She was getting quite used to this place although it was still hard to deal with everything. For instance, she was having more therapy than she was before and it was taking a toll on her mental health and emotions.

She followed Jaimie into the dining hall for breakfast.

Brittany watched Santana walk into the dining room behind another red haired girl. She remembered the night a week or so ago when she had heard Santana crying again and come bursting into her room. She hadn't seen her before that night but she had always been the one to comfort her siblings. And she needed to do this for someone else. She had spent so long filled with regret and despair that she needed to help. After Santana had gone to sleep she was suddenly hit by a lot of feelings. Brittany wasn't much of a feelings person any more. She didn't like to let them in because she never wanted to feel what she had felt all those years ago. I know right! What a cliché ! Stuck in a damn mental home and I 'don't want to let feelings in' seems like such a typical thing. So she left the room after making sure Santana was fast asleep. She did it almost every night after that when she heard her cry until she just stopped crying. Brittany thinks that Santana either forgot or thought that she was dreaming when Brittany came in. She didn't mind though, whatever it was she was sure she would meet Santana properly soon enough.

'Hi Santana, my name is Alice. How have you been recently?' asked a young woman. The same woman, Santana realised, that had been in her first team building session. This woman, Alice, wasn't her usual therapist. It was usually Robert. Santana didn't want a different therapist, she liked Robert. She was scared of Alice; Santana didn't like new people any more. Alice continued 'Hey, it's ok. I know I'm not Robert but he couldn't make it today and we wouldn't usually schedule one without your ordinary therapist but you haven't been to the last few appointments. I think you missed-' she looked down at a file '- the three that were scheduled this week, so we wanted to have this one because, as you know, they work better if they're regular.' she smiled softly at Santana.

Santana looked down at her lap, not meeting the woman's gaze. There was silence for a few minutes until Alice broke it gently. 'Do you want to tell me... why you haven't attended the sessions?' she said slowly and cautiously. She had only recently finished her training to work at this clinic and she didn't want to upset Santana.

Santana raised her head and looked through slightly glassy eyes. 'I stopped crying.' she answered.

Alice cocked her head to the side 'Why did you stop crying?' she queried.

'Somebody came to me.' Santana replied.

'who came to you?'

'A girl' Santana knew the girl wasn't just in her dreams because Santana didn't dream things she didn't know. In fact she didn't dream. Or at least she never remembered her dreams.

Chose not to remember.

'What did she do?'

'Stopped me crying.'

Alice nodded. Santana knew what Alice was asking but she wasn't going to tell her just yet. Alice didn't need to push Santana.

'Why did you cry?'

'I don't cry any more.' Alice nodded

Santana cried again that night.

She gasped and struggled against the tears. Again.

Then she came in. The blonde hair, the strong arms, the soft whispers.

This time Santana turned around and looked at the girl, her tears slowed to a stop.

'Who are you?' She choked.

'I- I'm Brittany. I live here, like you do.' Came her shy reply

'Why do you come in?' Santana said, not angrily, not confused, just curious.

'Because I heard you crying.' Brittany answered like it was obvious

'But you don't know me.' She said blankly.

'Well, I think that maybe we should know each other now. Maybe. If you want.'

Santana, for all she had going on inside her, deep down inside her, managed a smile. A genuine smile fro the first time that week.

A/N: ok I didn't really like how that chapter ended to be honest, it's a bit … :s but the next chapter will be better. Probably longer but not by too much. It's gonna be a good'n! Oh and that's Brittany introduced ;P not really, you will learn more next chapter! … Or the one after that, I don't know … Or maybe I do know and I'm not telling you! :O

Anyway, first semi-filler chapter done.