Santana led them to a giant pit. It was made of clear Plexi glass and there was a ball in the center. Santana hopped in and so did the others.
"Okay this game is called GaGa. You use your hands to hit the other player's feet. Any other body part and you're fine, but if it hits your feet then you are out, until the person who hit you is out."
The next few hours were spent screaming at each other during a vigorous game.
When they were done, they headed back to the cabin.
"Santana, I don't want to push, but please tell us everything? Not just about the bad things, but about you. Talking helps, you know." Quinn asked timidly.
Santana nodded dumbly.
"Okay. So, like I said, I've been to Machu Picchu and Africa, but I've also been to Antarctica and Asia and Madagascar. My favorite was probably going to India. That was fun." She said.
The members were hung on her every word.
"I had just gotten back from a trip to Singapore. My dad sent me to the store and on my way back Kara and I were dragged into an alley. You guys know what happened from there." Santana said quietly.
The boys shook their heads. "Actually, we don't. Well, Kara told us a little bit, but what happened exactly?"
Santana sighed. "Three guys. They dragged me into an alley and tried to rape me. Then when I kicked them off, one of them pulled a knife on me. It was rusty. The knife introduced tetanus into my system at my breast, so parts had to be removed and replaced. I have a mental map of my body if you want to know exactly what happened."
The club nodded shyly. "Whatever helps."
Santana took a deep breath. "It was like fire. It was so awful. You know how when you're little you accidentally burn your finger and it stings for a while? Well this was more than a little while. I remember thinking that maybe, just maybe it wasn't going to happen, that they were just ghosting it around. And then Gavin pushed down. I remember not being able to scream because it hurt so badly."
"I remember that it cut through my skin like butter and that after five minutes I passed out. I remember waking up in a hospital a month later and finding out that they had given me plastic surgery on my boobs to get rid of the tetanus and that I had scars all over my body."
"I remember exactly what they are. I remember vaguely thinking that the rose on my shoulder was once red with my blood. I remember not being able to speak for a week because of the chest pain."
The club now had tears running down their faces.
"I remember the first time I had an attack. It was right before school started. I remember someone said something that they had said and then all of a sudden I was back at that night, and they were cutting me again, and when I came to I was in my bed."
"I remember that my dad sent me to Bleska Koda that winter and spring break. I remember that Kara was here too and we realized we were victims of the same attack. I remember wanting to kill her boyfriend after I found out his brother was one of the guys. I remember getting better. Then I came back here and I realized that I'm not as stable as I thought I was."
The club was openly crying.
"I shouldn't have brought you here and I'm sorry. It seemed like a good idea at the time."
Santana sat down and squeezed her eyes shut.
She felt an arm shaking hers and her eyes flew open.
She looked around, confused, and saw trees speeding by. She realized she was in a car.
She noticed the club was staring at her, turned around in their seats.
"Santana? You fell asleep. We're almost to Bleska." Brittany choked out. Santana furrowed her eyebrows. Why was the club staring at her?
"Honey, what are those?" Brittany asked in a high pitched voice, pointing to her arm.
Santana looked down and realized her concealer had worn off. There was a scar visible on her arm.
She sighed. "There's something I have to tell you before we get there…"
THE END.