Hi Guys! Heres another chapter to give you a bit more on Quinn. Please please please review! Thats what motivates me to actually write so please review!
Quinn stared at her reflection in the mirror. Oh how she loathed her reflection. Her hair not as golden as it should be, her skin not as flawless as it should, her eyes were not as bright as thet used to be, the nose that didn't belong her, just the model she stole it from. She looked down to her bare shoulders. She saw old and new scars. Scars she had made. She remembered what each cut meant. The first one was from middle school when she was tired of being bullied and she needed a way out. It had hurt, but it had helped. The next was when she heard the boy she had a crush on say he thought she was ugly.
The one after that was when her father had hit her for the first time. Each time her father hit her she got another cut. It had been a long time since she has last cut herself, yet she still had so much pain. She thought of Finn who would never love her, only Rachel. What did Rachel have that she didn't?
Then she thought of Puck. She thought he had loved her, but just like everything else in her life it had been a lie. She thought of Santana who was once her best friend, but now hated her. And Brittany who Quinn had been extra close with. She had left her just because Santana did, as if Quinn was just secondary to her. She thought of Beth, the daughter she loved more than life itself, but she would never get a chance to hold her little girl.
She thought of her mother, who had never really loved her. Quinn remembered every detail of the night when it first went wrong. She was sitting with her mother at the dinner table, her father was still at work and it was just them. She doesn't know what caused her mother to make this confession but it happened anyway.
She heard her mother whisper the words that would haunt her till the day she dies, and probably after that. "You were a mistake". Quinn froze. She was only 8. How does an 8 year old comprehend the fact that she was unwanted? Her mother and her had never talked about it again, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. Quinns eyes began to water as she thought of that night, but she blinked them away. No, she told herself you don't cry.
The last time she had cried was a year ago, and she wasn't willing to break that streak. She began to reach for the razor, but something stopped her. An image, someones face, popped into her head. Cameron. She thought of him so pure, and caring, not at all judgemental. She knew he would be disgusted by what she was about to do. Quinn turned from her mirror and sat on her bed.
Cameron. She had never cared for anyone like she cared for him and it had only been a day. She kept telling herself to slow down or else she would get hurt. But she couldn't. Something about Cameron made her feel safe and loved, different than how she felt with Puck and Finn. Better. Quinn knelt down by her bed. And for the first time in a long time, Quinn Fabray prayed. Not asking just thanking. And when she raised her head again and looked in the mirror, she knew everything would be alright.
I just wanted to add that this Sunday is the 10th Anniversery of 9/11 and I just wanted to make sure that that day is remembered. Thank you!