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Chapter 2 - And it all came pouring out

Quinn shifted in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but after almost ten hours of sleep on her belly, her back started to complain.

She didn't want to wake up. Sleeping without dreaming was the closest to death she would ever have without actually being dead.

But turning around in bed without being able to fall asleep again was starting to make her feel anxious, so she decided to put an end to the struggle.

She turned to face the wall and took a deep breath before opening her eyes.

She still hoped that one day, when she opened her eyes, she would wake up to realize that all of this was just a dream.

That people didn't think she was crazy.

Or that death would be an option.

Today was not that day.

People who fear death. They just didn't make sense to her.

Okay, she got that if you were in a perfect marriage, had a perfect baby and a perfect life you wouldn't want to die. If you had just got a promotion at work, you wouldn't want to die. If you had everything that you ever dreamed of... No. The feeling of having not even one dream left would probably make you wanna die.

But back to the point: for someone like her, life was not something enjoyable. The prospect of getting better and having what she wanted wasn't enough, because deep down she knew about the chances of nothing ever working out.

It took a few minutes until her eyes were completely used to the brightness of the room, enhanced by the amount of white furniture and walls.

She knew she had to get up soon if she didn't want to miss breakfast again, but just like all the other days, she lacked the courage.

The door opened slowly.

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows, in curiosity. Usually the morning nurses were loud and annoying, to make sure the patients would wake up on time. Although with Quinn they had become more tolerant since they had learned that this kind of treatment would not be enough to get Quinn out of bed if she didn't want to. Instead, it would only make Quinn's attitude to become more difficult to deal with.

But they had never been this gentle and quiet. Quinn turned around to see what was going on.

"Oh, Mrs. Fabray! You're awake just in time for breakfast today!"

Quinn gave her a sarcastic smile before letting her face go blank again. But that only lasted for a second.

Where was the new roommate?

The questioning must have hit her just about the same time it hit the nurse, who went to check the bathroom. But she found it empty, and tried to stay calm.

"Mrs. Fabray?"

Quinn looked at her, her eyes filled with hatred. She was most definitely not a morning person. And people trying to maintain a conversation with her when she had just woken up? Not a very good idea.

"Would you mind telling me where your new roommate is?"

Quinn huffed. What made her think that Quinn knew where she was? Hadn't she seen that Quinn had just woken up? She shrugged and the nurse shook her head. Quinn knew how frustrating she could be, and didn't care at all.

But she couldn't deny that she was uneasy herself.

The roommate couldn't have left the room before the breakfast call because the door was locked, and they were in a floor too high for her to jump out of the window without getting hurt or noticed. Those were the only two obvious way out, since flushing yourself down the toilet was not an option, even for a tiny girl like her.

If that girl had found a way out in less than a day Quinn would be offended, to say the least.

Again, the realization must have hit the nurse and her at the same time, and they both glanced at the closed door of the closet.

The nurse approached it and opened the door slowly, but the velocity didn't matter: as soon as the inside of the closet was flashed with light, the brunette girl started weeping and hid her face further in between her crossed arms.

The nurse sighed and looked at Quinn who opened her eyes widely, as if saying that she had nothing to do with whatever made the girl do that.

The nurse shook her head again and walked to the door.

"Breakfast is served, try not to be late, please."

Quinn ignored her and got off the bed, walking slowly towards the closet.

The closer she got, the louder the weeping got.

She knelt on the floor and the girl started trying to scoot away, but the wall against her back made the task impossible.

"Hey, easy..."

Quinn murmured with her hands up, as a sign of peace.

"I'm not gonna hurt you"

But her words didn't have the calming effect she was hoping for. The girl started looking up, seeking a way out, and clearly panicking.

Quinn could see the fear in her eyes. And it broke her heart.

She felt trapped. Just like Quinn did. And Quinn didn't want to be the reason for that feeling.

So Quinn closed the closet door gently, and instantly the crying stopped. She gave a weak smile and got up.

Her morning schedule was waiting for her.


The worst part of having breakfast is that when she was at the cafeteria she had no way of discharging the yellowish pill. And as soon as it hit her stomach, she wanted to throw up.

But she knew how things worked. If she threw up, she would have to take it again.

The dizziness was a constant factor. She had mentioned it when her doctor asked for feedback wanting to know about the side effects. However, when it came to this particular one, he said it was expected and that she should get used to it soon.

She had a feeling this was exactly what that pill was made for. When she felt dizzy like this, there was no space left in her body for the anxiety. She had to spend her time focusing on not falling while she walked, and making sure that the walls were not moving around, which left not time for trying anything they conceived as dangerous.

But that wasn't what made her angry about that pill.

She didn't feel so silly anymore. When she started taking it, she would laugh for hours, at the simplest things, like how her hand looked like or how shiny the aluminum from the pans in the kitchen were. Now, the only thing she felt was the urge to throw up and the feeling of not having control over her body.

The silliness was gone, and she knew what that meant.

Her body was getting used to it. Getting used to the drug.

Ironic. Some patients got there to get rid of the dependence of drugs. She saw how hard they fought against it. She saw how destroyed their families were. Yet, she got there to get better, and they were turning her to an addicted, just like the ones she saw.


When she got back from breakfast, the girl was still locked inside the closet.

When she got back from therapy, the girl was still locked inside the closet.

When she got back from lunch, the girl was still locked inside the closet.

Didn't she have to go to the bathroom or something? There's no way she could spend the whole day there.

Quinn bit her lip, sitting on the edge of her bed.

She was disappointed.

With everything that happened the night before she had hoped her life would change dramatically now. She hoped things would finally start getting better.

But sitting there, in the empty room was just a constant reminder of the hollowness placed inside of her.

She hadn't talked to anyone but the hospital staff – and only when she absolutely had to – in such a long time that she couldn't even remember how it felt.

She urged for some kind of contact. She had long forgotten what it felt like to be close to someone. Not physically, but emotionally. To feel like you know someone and they know you. To have someone that understands you even when you don't understand yourself. Because that's exactly how she felt right now.

The thing is, she hated changes. She needed to feel in control to be in peace, and changes didn't make her feel that way. And by now, she had already got a fame. People didn't expect her to talk. So if she did, she didn't know how people would react. Not knowing how things would play out scared her.

All she knew is she couldn't stay in that room any longer. She had to runaway. She needed to clear her head.


She stopped by her bedroom before dinner but nothing had changed.

Same as when she came back from dinner, and heard the door being locked on the outside. It was bedtime.

But she was not sleepy at all. She couldn't believe the girl would stay inside the closet for so long. It had her intrigued.

She opened the closet door, but the weeping didn't start as she thought it would.

Instead, she saw the tiny brunette with her arms wrapped around her legs protectively and her head resting on her knee.

Quinn chewed her lower lip. She had never seen anyone looking so vulnerable and fragile. She felt her eyes getting teary, and she couldn't even explain why.

She was sleeping, but she shivered and frowned. Quinn figured the girl might have been dreaming. Maybe nightmares, just like the ones of her own.

She took a wrapping out of her coat pocket and placed it on the shelf near the girl, opening it slightly so she could see the cookies when she woke up.

She knew it was against the hospital policy, but is not like she cared about those rules anyway. How could they punish her? It's not like her situation could get any worse than it was.

The girl shivered again.

Quinn wondered if she could be waking up, but her breath got even again. Quinn couldn't stop looking. After a few seconds she saw goosebumps on the girl's arm. She felt the urge to rub it out with her hands, easing whichever feeling the girl had.

Instead, Quinn got up and took the girl's blanket from her bed, bringing it to the closet, and gently placing on top of the girl before closing the door again and going to sleep.

Quinn was always trying to find explanation for things. She longed for a meaning, something that made everything make sense to her. But right now, she didn't understand her feelings or her reasons, and she couldn't care less.

All she knew was every time she looked down to her thighs and saw the Hello-Kitty Band-Aid a chuckle came out of her mouth. And her day felt a little less bad.


When Quinn got up the other day, the bed next to hers was still vacant. She sighed.

She was already in a bad mood, figuring the day wouldn't be any better, and she almost didn't see it.

Inside the trash can, next to the toilet, were the napkins that previously held the cookies, with not even one crumble on it.

She couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face.