I wasn't planning on updating today, but my match was cancelled, so here's chapter 21. ASLO THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! They make me smile, lolol. To CaryMae thank you! :)
Santana knew something was off the moment the mistake popped into Brittany's head. Something tugged at her heart. She tried so hard to stop, and ask Brittany what was happening, she tried to stop her legs from taking the steps, but no matter how hard she tried they wouldn't. They dragged Santana out of the place. Her hands were wet with sweat, and her brow was furrowed. Her tears were slowly filling her eyes, afraid of what would happen. Every step she took, took her further away from a fragile Brittany, and every step she took almost nearly made her trip. Her hands were shaking at her sides and her feet were aching.
When she got to the super market, she forgot what she was supposed to get. Her fear took over her body. She rushed around the aisles picking anything up by her. She ran through one aisle, and rushed through the other. She ran to the nearest till, and took her purse out of her pocket. She took some money out of it, and handed it to the person serving her. She waited for the receipt and ran outside, not waiting to see if she had change. She grabbed the bags on the trolley and she ran home. Her arms felt like they were going to drop off and her knees felt like they would give up on Santana. Her eyes were spilling tears, and her tears danced on her cheek before finally dropping around Santana's feet. The tears fell with loud thuds that even Brittany could sense. Santana wasn't sure what she was running from, or running to. Not yet.
She reached her hands out to push at the door. With a yank it opened. It revealed an empty hallway, and the smell of Brittany. There wasn't any noise coming from any rooms. Santana dropped the bags at her sides, and closed the door. Something tugged too hard on her heart and her heart sunk. Santana desperately wished for even the slightest noise of breath or muffled cries anywhere, but the only thing she heard was her own voice.
"Brittany?" She said it calmly, but her voice was faltering. She knew now. "Britt, no please..." The only cry she heard was her own. "Brittany..." Santana fell to her knees. The only breath she heard was her own. She started to cry and her hands flung to her face to cover up the mess. She gasped for air, she hadn't even checked the whole house, but she knew, she already knew. Her hands flew to her hair, and she tugged at them. She was angry and she was guilty. She was broken and she was tore. Just like Brittany. Santana got to her feet gulping down at the lump that formed in her throat. She stepped inside the living room, and on the couch, she saw sheets of paper. On top was Brittany's phone.
Santana fell to the ground, she felt her heart break into a million pieces, she felt her hands clench at her sides, and she felt her eyes cry out an ocean of tears. Her cries weren't loud, or angry, her cries were broken. Every single part of her body was as good as broken. She had built up this wall around her and Brittany to protect the both of them, it hadn't always worked, but now it was broken. It was broken from the inside. The years and years of struggle she faced, she now had to face alone. The big step she took to accept her feelings for Brittany now didn't matter because she was gone. Santana didn't blame herself, Santana didn't blame Brittany, she blamed Brittany's parents. She blamed the people who had driven her away. She couldn't feel a thing, her whole body was numb, but in an achy way. Her head dropped and she noticed her cries had made her lap soaked. She tried to wipe it away, she tried to wipe away her feelings but it wouldn't work. She stopped and got agitated. She scratched her legs and clenched her knuckles on her laps. She grabbed her head and trapped it between her knees, while whispering 'stupid, stupid, stupid' again and again to herself.
She finally stood up; the tears were still strolling down her face. She grabbed the phone and brought it to her chest. She held it tightly and she closed her eyes. She took a few steady breaths until the tears settled in the corners of her eyes. She opened them carefully preventing them from falling. She was pushing the phone into her chest, like it would help. Like it was the missing part of her heart. She knew full well the missing part of her heart belonged with Brittany. She thought for a moment, she thought she could go and try look for Brittany. But she knew it was too late. She settled with the last thing she could think of and she took the sheets of paper on the couch. She opened the folded pieces and started to read.
Wahhh! This was hard, reviews please.