Hi everyone, wow it's been awhile. So, I went through my files on my computer and I found this, I did not realize I had chapter three written. I guess I completely forgot about it, so enjoy and relax. Oh! Thanks for the alerts everyone, it means a lot.
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Alice out of wonderland
Chapter 3
Into the Rabbit Hole and
Meeting Goldilocks
"Psst…Quinn! Quinn!" Brittany hissed, trying to gain the other blonde's attention; however, failed to no anvil as an agitated Latina exasperatedly sighed and stood from her desk.
"Oh! For fucks sake, Quinn wake your ass up!" Santana shouted as she slammed a book onto the slumbering blonde's desk.
The cheerleader snapped her head up, loudly groaning as she took in her environment. Her hazel orbs spying upon a classroom filled with curiously gawking teenagers, before landing on a clearly peeved English teacher.
"Thank you for the assistance Ms. Pierce and Ms. Lopez; however, Santana please watch your language." She says pointedly towards the brunette, while Santana only shrugged her shoulders as an apology, before taking her seat and continuing her doodles of killing coach Sylvester. Lately, the tyrannical woman has been monitoring the Cheerios' weight ever since the pyramid came tumbling down during a game, due to an "excessive" two pound weight gain from one of the flyers; and taking away chocolate does not make a happy nor pleased Santana.
"While as for you Ms. Fabray, I may understand your situation and that this is your first day back in many months, but withhold from falling asleep in my class. You are too far behind to be lulling about in lalaland." The middle aged redhead reprimanded as she massaged her temples.
"Sorry Mrs. Panabaker." The exhausted teen muttered, while all eyes were still glued on to her; many students who once feared or envied her, now just looked at her as if she was their favorite toy, broken but newly repaired; too fragile to touch, so carefully placed into a glass case to be admired and loved from afar. It sucked! She hated pity and just wanted to hide.
"Thank you, now please focus." The disgruntle teacher mumbled, before carrying on her lecture.
It only took Quinn fifteen minutes of having to bear Mrs. P (very winded) monotone and emotional less discussion of Romeo and Juliet, before her mind began to drift once more. Her mind filled with only one thought, Rachel; the girl who made her feel everything: happiness, love, heartache, and regret.
But most of all guilt.
It killed her how she treated Rachel and the things that were said. She was only doing what she thought was right; but now, everything had changed. She was in remission and has of yet to face the little diva. I mean what can you possibly say? 'Oh, I'm sorry for breaking your heart. But I thought I was going to die; so hey, let's get back together!" No, she was screwed and didn't know how to face the entire situation.
As time ticked by and the in-depth abyss called Quinn's mind descended, Quinn was yanked out of her thoughts; her alabaster skin was burned by prying eyes. She peered around the class, but all eyes were either closed, reading texts, or rolling at Mrs. P. It wasn't until she looked out into the empty hallway that she saw her; a little girl who looked no older than 6 years old was standing on the far side of the hallway and was staring at her with piercing blue eyes that seemed to be penetrating her soul. Her expression wasn't that of a lost little girl, but one that seemed mysterious and full of purpose.
Their gaze held strong for what felt like hours until the resonating shriek of the bell interrupted their conquest. Masses of the student body poured into the hall, engulfing the child until she just simply disappeared.
It wasn't until the taunting voice of Santana, did the former HBIC wake from the seemingly enchanted fog.
"Yo, Q, you look like shit." The new cheerios captain teased as they gathered their things and walked into the hall.
"You know, I would be offended if didn't know this was your way of saying, 'Q, you should get some rest or go see your doctor." She said half-heartedly as she tried to ignore the thought of the girl staring at her.
"You know I will never say those things out loud, I gotta keep my evil bitch and lima heights adjacent persona; but yes I can't have my best bitch in the hospital again and leaving me all alone to rule this school with an iron fist and whips, well whips if you're kinky." She jokingly flirts as Brittany rolls her eyes at her silly girlfriend.
"You are so disgusting." The blonde beauty replies as she shakes her head at her friend's antics. "I can't believe you deal with that everyday." She says to Brit, who giggles.
Santana pouts indignantly as she crosses her arms, "Just jealous cause you're not a freak like me." She fires back.
When they reached her locker, they were met by three familiar faces, all bright and smiling as they waited to greet her. However there was only one person missing, a tiny brunette with a powerful voice.
She hadn't spoken to Rachel since the break up; it was hard for the little diva to speak to her and even harder for Quinn to face the girl she had broken.
"Where's Rachel? Usually she's with you three and I really need to talk to her" Quinn questioned as Kurt and Mercedes uncomfortably squirmed, while Puck placed a supporting arm around her shoulders.
"Last time I saw her, she was with Frankenteen before first period." Santana confesses.
"Finn?! What the fuck is she doing near him?!" The sultry blonde demands as anger and betrayal fill her being.
"Well Q, think about it. Besides you, Finn genuinely showered her in love. He might not have listened to every paragraph that she uttered, but he was caring and sincere for the most part. He's been trying to win her back ever since he caught whiff that you brutally kicked her to the curve." Mercedes says honestly as everyone silently agrees, as Quinn snatches away from Puck and backs away from the group; hurt by Mercedes honest words.
"Look, we're not judging you. All we're saying is that you could have done it a better way. You weren't there when she came to us in nothing, but tears." Puck tries as Brittany attempts to pull her close friend into an embrace.
"Save it, I had to do what I thought was best." Quinn snaps as all of her unwanted emotions began to boil.
"But look what it got you, girl." The ebony toned diva asked as she stepped towards the hurting blonde. "Nothing, but heart ache and potentially losing the love of your life to your only viable competition." She says as the warning bell for lunch echoed down the emptied corridors.
Quinn stayed silent, reflecting over her friends' words as they guided her to the cafeteria. "Maybe some food will make you feel better?" Kurt suggests as the blonde stops in her tracks.
"No, all of you head to lunch. I'm going to find Rachel and try to fix things." They all nod understandingly and hug her for support.
"Good luck, Q. You're going to need it and find us when you need to talk." Santana says as she links Brittany's pinky with hers.
The ravishing blonde takes off to the only place the tiny Jewess could be, the auditorium. Once she rounds the corner, she spots her songstress goddess nearing the large double doors of the auditorium.
"Rachel!" Quinn yells.
The stunning singer surprisingly stops, frozen in her tracks by the grace of Quinn's voice before addressing the former cheerleader, "Quinn." She says hesitantly.
"What were you doing with Finn?" Quinn asks bluntly as she stands directly in front of the diva.
"Why does it matter?" the brunette asks.
"Just because, now explain."
"What I do with Finn is none of your concern, Quinn." Rachel says defensively.
"It is!" the azure eyed beauty yelled.
"No, you lost all rights to be apart of my life when you purposely broke my heart." Rachel growls as she pokes her tiny finger into Quinn's chest, however careful of not hurting her.
"I lied ok, I lied. I didn't want you around to see how weak and frail I was becoming. That I was slowly drifting away from being the Quinn you fell in love with and into a sick, frighten and helpless nobody. If I had died, it would have left you broken and I wouldn't have been at peace if that had happened. I didn't want to hurt you." Quinn pleaded as she grasped Rachel's hands, trying her best to convey her feelings.
"So you psychologically play games with me?! Using my fears of never being good enough, so you could push me away? Is that it?! Because I can damn sure tell you, that hurts worst. How can you love me for over a year and not know me?"
"What…" her words died quickly on her tongue as Rachel cut her off.
"Quinn I know myself and what I am capable of. I prepared myself for all possible outcomes when I discovered you were sick. I was strong enough for the both of us to have hope and faith, but you crushed that and I was woman enough to stay by your side no matter what happened; because I loved you. Losing you would have hurt, but I would have been happy to have spent the most amazing days with someone who was beyond myself. That's a lot coming from me, because I'm selfish, arrogant, and full of myself. You took the worst out of me and made me better. I went from that girl and matured into a woman just for you; no for us, yet you could not see that and BROKE ME." Rachel silently shrieked, her voice wavering as tears threatened to spill over.
She takes a step back, taking a deep breath as she prepared to walk away. "I can't. It's far too little and too late, Quinn. Goodbye." She says as she turns her back to the trembling blonde.
"But Rae, please." Quinn begs as she lightly grabs Rachel's arm, stopping her in mid stride.
Without even turning around or looking her former lover in the eyes, she speaks, "No just give up, because I'm done with this; and to just let you know, I'm happy you fully recovered and went into remission. You deserve a happy life Quinn, just without me in it." She says as she pulls away, walking further out of Quinn's life until she disappears into the vacant room.
She stood there as her world whirled more and more out of control. She was better now, but everything had changed for the worse; she was pitied, unloved by the only girl that mattered most, and somehow felt so alone even with love of her friends in her life. The constriction in her chest and burning tears that poured like rain became too unbearable to just stay there. She had to get away and just be on her own. Be damned with school, her parents, and the unenviable yelling that would come from Santana. She headed for the student parking lot, hopped inside her car and veered off the premises like a bat out of hell. Anger and pain consumed her as she drove everywhere yet nowhere, as her destructive state was interrupted.
"It's odd, huh?" A small, yet strong voice came from the weeping blonde's backseat; causing Quinn's heart to nearly jump out of her chest as she harshly pressed down on the brakes, forcing the vehicle to come a violet stop that nearly threw her out of the driver's seat. Her head swiveled at an unholy speed, as her eyes went wide when she noticed it was the same kid that was staring at her earlier that day. "How did you get into my car and why were you following me today? Are you lost kid, because I'm the last person you should come for help?" she frantically questions as the child ignores her and simply climbs into the passenger's seat, before neatly buckling herself in.
She glances at Quinn with big blue eyes, before finally speaking. "Don't you find it peculiar that the trees are bowing and swaying without any wind? That you clearly see lightening, but hear no thunder?" innocent hazel eyes ask.
"Kid what are you talking about?" Quinn confusedly asks the baby brunette, who simply points out of the window. Quinn follows her direction, taking in the scenery before her; Quinn gapes dumfounded at the unusual weather, before recovering herself and speaking.
"It's a heat wave and those trees could be swaying for a number of things, like faulty root foundation." She reasons, but feels idiotic that she's having this conversation with a 5 year old stole away.
"During autumn. In the middle of October. On a cold and cloudy day?!" she questions incredulously.
"Then it's too far way to hear! Kid! Just tell me who you are so I can get you home safely to your parents or to the police." The blonde shouts, not particularly liking where this unusual conversation is heading.
"Who I am is not important. However, what is important is, why are you avoiding the obvious?" the little brunette asks, tilting her head as she awaited the blonde's replay.
"What do you mean?"
"For instance, how is it that just yesterday you were in a hospital room in unconceivable pain to suddenly being in school with a fairly overall healthy tone the next day?" the tiny girl asks.
"How did you know that? Are you someone's kid sister? Is this a prank?! So help me I will destroy them!" she growls as the mysterious child smiled; highly amused by the blonde's HBIC attitude.
"No! Now focus, Quinn. Please explain it to me." The child pressed.
The blonde sighs and rolls her eyes, knowing the only way to get the child to answer her questions were to answer hers in return. "Fine, I got better…" the words died on the ex-cheerleaders lips as she racked her brain for the moment the doctor told her she went into remission; but only came up blank, as well as the moment she went home. All that was remembered was the moment her and Rachel talked, then this morning when she got up for school perfectly healthy. Three months of her life, completely wiped out. "What the hell is going on?" the blonde asks aloud to herself, seemingly getting frustrated with her lack of memories.
"You can't remember, can you?" The brunette inquires knowingly.
"No, but that's because chemo screwed up my memory. It means nothing, this means nothing." She gestures around herself as an uneasy feeling settles in the pit of her stomach.
"Like hell it doesn't!" the small child screams. "The people you call mommy and daddy
are planning on dousing out the little flicker of life you still possess for their heartless and selfish needs. So it's up to you to shut the hell up and listen to me or you're not going to make it home in time." The child finishes with an icy glare that even taken Quinn aback until she realized what the girl said.
"Wh..what?!" she stammers.
"You're in a coma!" the small child roars, not believing the thick headedness of the blonde before her.
"What coma? I was never in a coma." Quinn argues as the tiny girl groans.
"You are! This is not reality; you are a girl who tumbled into a rabbit hole and just playing Alice, while I am the caterpillar; your guide back home, but only if you trust me. Because this is just a dream, innocent and fun for now, but the longer you stay the more morbid and twisted they become until your dreamland becomes a nightmare. You won't escape." The child urged.
"I don't believe you!" the booming sound of Quinn's voice filled the car as she turned towards the child. "I am home and I'm not sick anymore! I don't know what you're playing at kid or who told you to do this, but you need to stop and go home." She says pointedly.
The little brunette pouts, "It seems like we're not going to get anywhere today." The nameless child disappointedly utters as she gazes out of the window. "Quinn, you need to wake up. People outside this world are waiting for you who truly love you, or you will be lost to them if you stay and live out this fantasy. If you need me, I'm sure you can find me. And Quinn, call me Cat." She says as she unbuckles herself and leaves the vehicle, skipping carelessly in the rain towards a dark car with heavily tinted windows. The only thing she could make out was two figures as Cat climbed into the backseat, before driving off into the distance.
Leaving Quinn with unanswered questions and a strange sense of denial, "It can't be, she's lying. Just a horrible prank." She mumbles to herself as she speeds off to home.
"Quinn, much like you I feel like I'm trapped in my own mind. Unable to escape my own thoughts and feelings that continually holds me back and stops me from being strong; fear of losing you and conflict with your parents on a daily basis is tearing me down. For death has never been a problem or a fear of mine, but a stale life without true love has been creeping up on top of everything else recently; and that scares the hell out of me! I don't think how much I can take baby. I need you back and to be held in your arms." Rachel breaks down in the tiny ICU room; crowded by monitors and machines that are keeping the lovely blonde alive in her world.
"Do you hear me?! Please Quinn, baby just wake up! I need you, we need you. I can't lose you." Rachel shouts as the only response the sobbing brunette gets is the beeping tune of the blonde's heart monitor.