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Charlie frowns as she walks into the visiting room, she debates turning right back around and going to go lie on her bed. She looks at Quinn who is neatly arranging what looks to be various pamphlets onto one of the tables and Charlie gives her twin a dull look. She should feel something, but truthfully all she feels is numb. "I'm pretty sure that I told you not to come around here anymore," Charlie reminds Quinn who turns to look at her. She didn't want to see her family, though the only people who came to visit her with any sort of regularity was Quinn and her mother. At least Quinn was better than Judy who would fuss over her and then try her hardest not to cry which only made her feel worse. She wondered if she could get them to up the dosage of her meds. She didn't want to feel anything.
Quinn flashes Charlie a smile, it's not forced this time, she's done the research with Rachel, and she had gone on the tours. She had sent detailed reports back to Santana who had made a choice, one that she agreed with but the last hurdle was Charlie. With Santana's stamp of approval it was sure to make Charlie at least consider it. If that didn't work she was going to guilt her sister into saying yes to moving. "I'm pretty sure I stopped listening to you back when we were children."
Charlie sighed and looked at the pamphlets, "What's all this then?" She asked touching one of the brightly colored pamphlets.
"I was serious about finding you some place better so you can get better, where they can actively work on getting you better. Because this place isn't helping you Charlie. People get sick all the time, they get cancer or they break a bone and we go to the doctor all the time. There is nothing wrong with getting help for your head to but you're going to need to work at it. Just like physiotherapy." Quinn said with a bright smile, it doesn't fade when Charlie doesn't smile back. She needs to keep upbeat she needs to be positive no matter what. "You'll be closer to us and we'll be able to visit you more and make sure you're getting the best treatment available."
Charlie picks up one of the pamphlets. "I pointed a gun at the woman I was going to ask to marry me," she says softly. It looks like some fancy spa, and she frowns and drops the pamphlet. "I don't deserve to go to a spa Quinn, I deserve to be locked away where I can't hurt anyone anymore. This is where I belong."
"Come off it Charlie. You don't deserve to rot here. You're sick Charlie, you're not broken, and you're not some screw-up. You're just sick. And I know you can get better if you don't give up and work at it. You have something that is treatable and you wallowing in self-pity isn't going to help you get better. There are so many other alternatives to just pumping you full of god knows what." Quinn snaps at Charlie who doesn't seem to notice or care. "You want to know where you belong? Santana picked out a place just or you. She says that's where you belong."
Charlie tenses at the name and looks at Quinn, "You didn't give her my letter did you?" She asks she didn't know where Santana was staying and she had thought Quinn would at least do that for her.
"Of course I did, in fact she gave me a letter to give to you," Quinn said reaching into her pockets and pulling out the first letter and handing it to Charlie.
Charlie held the letter in her hand and looked at Quinn for a moment, not sure if she believed her that this was from Santana. But the handwriting looked like Santana's and it had her name on it and Charlie frowns a bit pondering what to do and then decides to open it. She doesn't hesitate as she opens the letter and pulls out the yellow notepad paper. She unfolds it and reads it. It only has two words written on it. Fuck You. Underneath there is a gigantic happy face with devils horns.
"What she write to you?" Quinn asks moving to read over Charlie's shoulder. Her face pales considerably. She should have screened the letter. She certainly wasn't going to give Charlie the other letter now. God knows what was in that one. This could put Charlie back a few months and force her into some catatonic state. She glances at Charlie whose shoulders are beginning to quiver, and it sounds like she sniffled. "Shit Charlie I'm sure she didn't mean—" Quinn tilts her head as Charlie begins to laugh. It's been months—longer than that since she's heard Charlie laugh like this and Quinn takes a step back. Wondering for a moment if Charlie's finally lost it completely.
Her sides hurt, and her cheeks hurt but she can't help but laugh. It's Santana, only Santana would ever be so brazen. She could hear Santana saying it to her face and she can't help but smile. Santana is fine. She thought she had broken her—had traumatized her for life but this was her Santana. "She wasn't happy with the letter I sent her?" Charlie presses Quinn when she finally manages to get her laughter under control.
"She showed up at my apartment at some god awful time in the morning and practically shoved the letters into my hand. I think she thinks you're an asshole. You are an asshole by the way," Quinn throws in there because it seems like a perfectly acceptable time and for a moment she can see her sister again. She's slightly jealous they're identical twins and they've known each other longer but Santana was the one to elicit that response from Charlie. She was right though. If Santana could just see her it would do her twin a world of good.
Charlie quieted down at this and looked at Quinn and then back at the pamphlets. "Which one did she choose for me?" Charlie asks after a moment.
Quinn relaxes at this, "She chose this one." Quinn says pointing to one titled Green Oaks. "It was in my top three, it had excellent reviews some of the best treatment options for people suffering PTSD, and it's in the city so we can visit more often to see how you're doing—"
"Okay." Charlie said after a moment interrupting Quinn.
"Okay?" Quinn says flabbergasted. Charlie hadn't even looked at the pamphlets. "Charlie—I know that we're well off but this place is expensive, you're right it's not a spa, but at the same time you need to work at it. You need to work actively on getting better. That should be your only goal."
Charlie sighed, "I thought this is what you wanted Quinn—"
"What I want is for you to get better and to stop pretending that Santana was the only person you hurt. You're hurting me—for fucks sake I come and visit you and you tell me to go away. You write letters to Santana, you laugh when she tells you to go fuck yourself and I've been here every week for months and I can barely get anything out of you but self-pity." Quinn sighs and closes her eyes. Well there went being positive. She blinks back the tears and begins to shuffle the pamphlets up.
Charlie stares at Quinn and plays with her hands. It's a new nervous tic she's developed since being here. She watches Quinn for a moment and she doesn't quite know what to do. "I'm sorry," Charlie says quietly.
Quinn sighs, "I know—it's not your fault you're sick. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I just—I miss you. Santana's not the only person who misses you. People miss you Charlie. When you came back from your last tour—dad shouldn't have given you that gun."
"He didn't make me go crazy." Charlie reminded her.
Quinn didn't say anything to defend him, if Charlie hadn't had that stupid gun, maybe it wouldn't have gotten to this point. Maybe she wouldn't have pointed that gun at Santana. She looks down at the pamphlets. "Do you even want to get better Charlie?"
"I—" Charlie begins and she frowns. "I don't know."
Quinn nods she didn't expect an answer. "You can't get better for me or Santana or Rachel or mom. You need to get better for yourself and you need to learn to forgive yourself." Quinn looks at the pamphlets in her hand Green Oaks is at the top and she hands them over to Charlie. "I'll be back next week and we can talk about your decision then. Look Charlie you can stay here or go to one of these facilities but you just need to start working on getting better. Maybe eat something because you look like shit." Quinn suggests. "Show me something and I'll back whatever decision you make. Alright?" Charlie sighs and nods looking at the pamphlets in her hand and Quinn bites her lip and sighs. She pulls out the second letter. "It's from Santana. I hate going back and forth between you two but if this is what you need to give you a bit of strength then who am I to stop you. Let alone judge?" Quinn says handing Charlie the letter. "Take your time and make a decision. I'll see you in a week." Quinn looks at Charlie and pulls her in for a hug, holding her tightly.
Charlie's quiet for a moment letting her sister hold her, as she slowly hugs back. "Quinn?"
"Yeah?" Quinn asks looking at her.
"I love you," Charlie says after a moment. "Thanks," she mumbles.
"I'm not doing anything that you wouldn't do for me," Quinn admits and looks at Charlie. "I love you too. Please work on getting better and read the pamphlets." Charlie nods and Quinn smiles. It's a small victory but it's her first victory and she'll take it.
AN: Let's take a look at Santana's second letter to Charlie. I promise it's going to be more than a Fuck you. Swear by god. Please review or PM me.