Hello!

Thank you all for the reviews! =)

Sorry this chapter is short, but the next chapter will be longer!

jt, Rachel's father doesn't know what really happened... She still didn't tell her fathers... And thank you! =)

hannie, I don't know if in your country it's different, but I'm a medical student, I'm in the fourth year now and I've studied psychology on the second year and right now I'm studying psychiatry... Before I wrote the last chapter I had a class on post traumatic stress and after that I asked two psychologists about it and a psychiatrist. They all said that cognitive behavior therapy was one of the treatments and that this technique where a person is exposed to the object feared is a part of cognitive behavior therapy. Again, this is here in Brazil.

I hope you enjoy this chapter =)


Quinn was now like a bodyguard to Rachel. Everywhere the girl went, the cheerleader went behind. If anyone came near Rachel with a slushie, Quinn looked at them with such terrifying eyes that they just threw the slushies in the trash.

Rachel never acknowledged her. But Quinn never pushed her either, staying as far as she could. She just stayed close enough to protect her.

Apparently, Rachel was getting better. She wasn't trying to run away from Quinn anymore. She still looked at her with fear though, and every time Quinn accidentally touched her, Rachel flinched. After a few weeks of Quinn following her around, Rachel finally decided to talk to her.

"Quinn… Why are you following me?" Rachel asked. She was holding her books tightly to her chest.

Quinn was so surprised Rachel had talked to her that it took a few seconds for her to answer.

"I… I want to protect you from the bullies…" She said. "And I'm here for whatever you need…"

"Protect me…?" Rachel repeated.

"Yeah… I won't let anyone bully you anymore, Rachel…" Quinn said.

Rachel stayed quiet for a moment.

"What about you?" Rachel asked.

"What do you mean?" Quinn asked, confused.

"Who is going to protect me from you?" Rachel asked.

Quinn looked down.

"I swear, Rachel… I will never hurt you again…" Quinn said. "I… I will prove it to you… I'll… I'll protect you from me…"

Rachel looked confused for a moment. But Quinn just gave her a small sad smile and left after making sure Rachel was safely in her class.

Quinn went to another classroom. But not her own.

"S… Can I talk to you?" Quinn said.

"Class is about to start, Q…" Santana said. "Be quick."

"Look, I know we are not in the best terms now… But I need to ask you a favor…" Quinn said.

"And why would I do anything for you?" She asked.

"Because we are friends… We've been friends since we were kids… And I know that deep down you've got a good heart…" Quinn answered.

Santana huffed.

"I want you to protect Rachel… Please don't let her be bullied and slushied…" Quinn said.

Santana looked surprised.

"What? Why would I do that? And I thought you were already doing that? By the way, why are you doing that?" Santana asked.

"I just… Realized she doesn't deserve this…" Quinn said. "And this is just in case I'm not here… You know, when I'm not here, you protect her for me… Please, S?"

Santana looked suspicious.

"Fine…" She answered.

Quinn surprised the girl by hugging her.

"Thank you…" Quinn whispered.

Then she left the classroom, not noticing the look of surprise on Santana's face.

But Quinn, instead of going to her own class, went home. Her mother would not get home until later, so she should be alone there.

When she got home, she went to her room and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

"Mom…

I'm sorry… But I can't take it anymore… I did something so horrible that I will never be able to forgive myself…

I raped someone mom… A classmate… Her name is Rachel Berry… And after I did that I tried to kill her…

I was trying to make up for everything… But I know it will never be enough… And I think I should pay for what I've done…

She didn't deserve it, mom… I'd always bully her for no reason… She never deserved any of it…

Today she asked me who was going to protect her from me… And I promised her that I would. That's why I'm doing this… She deserves to feel safe and I think the only way she'll feel safe is if I'm not here…

I love you mom, and I forgive you for letting dad kick me out… I'm sorry for doing this, but it's the right thing to do… And I deserve it…

Live happily, mom…

Love,

Quinn

The tears that were falling freely from Quinn's face fell on the paper. Quinn left the paper on her nightstand and went to the kitchen.

She grabbed a knife and went back to her room.

She thought about cutting her own throat, but she realized the death would be too painless. She thought she deserved to suffer for what she did.

So she pointed the knife to her stomach.

'I'll bleed to death… Maybe that will make up for what I did…' Quinn thought.

She stared at the knife for twenty minutes. After that, she took a deep breath and stabbed herself.

She screamed in pain.

Quinn looked down, saw the knife inside of her and took it out.

That was when the blood started to flow out of her body freely.

She was getting weaker and weaker. When she was about to pass out, she could almost swear she saw Rachel in front of her.

Then, everything went dark.