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"I'm so sick of seeing all these damn teenagers down here."

"I know," his co-worker complained. "Ten murders in eight months. Ridiculous."

"Are you sure they were murders?"

"What do you mean?"

"Has no one thought that these may have been suicides?"

He shivered, and not just because it was ice-cold in the morgue. "No…"

"Remember that one with the Mohawk? Carbon monoxide, in his system. But none of the alarms went off in the house. Car was found with no gas left in it. Yeah, he was stabbed, but I dunno. Seems kind of fishy to me."

"And this one, right here?"

"Drowned, obviously. But take a look at these abrasions on her arms and knees. Look at this contusion on her cranium. Hit her head at some point, but not enough to knock her unconscious. Might have struggled at the scene of the crime. Knees are skinned, and so are her hands and elbows."

"If she willingly jumped, she wouldn't have these cuts…right?"

"Well, take a closer look at her wrists."

"Damn. Looks like these were intentional. But they're not very deep, are they?"

"No, quite shallow. But she may or may not have been self-harming."

"I just don't get it," he sighed. "Why would all these kids die in the most random ways? One was strangled, one was shot, another two were stabbed…"

"Rumor has it they were all part of the Glee club at McKinley High School. Out of the twelve members that started at the beginning of the year, only three are left."

"Seriously? You don't think..."

"I don't know. But I know for sure that at this rate, they'll all be dead by the end of the year."

Two days before

"Rachel's not answering her phone. Do you know where she is?"

"Sorry, Finn," Leroy Berry apologized. "She went for a drive earlier. She said she had to get some…err, feminine hygiene products at the store."

"Oh," Finn turned red. "Well, when she comes in, can you tell her I called?"

"Sure thing."

As soon as Finn hung up, his phone rang. The caller ID showed that it was Quinn. Rolling his eyes, he grudgingly answered. "What is it now, Quinn?"

"I can't find Rachel. I tried calling her cell five times, and she's not picking up. It's so not like her. I'm just…I'm worried that she…"

"Yeah, she's not answering me, either," Finn began to panic. "What if something's happened to her? What if the…the killer…my brother's killer…got her too?"

"Oh," Quinn let out a low sob. "Oh, God, please, no…"

"I'll be right over," Finn said as he grabbed his car keys and his coat.

Four days later

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Finn Hudson hasn't left his room in days."

"I heard he went mental and almost killed himself."

"No, I heard he screamed and begged to be shown her body."

"Well, she was kind of annoying, anyway."

"Yeah, always bragging about what a good singer she was."

"I hear Brittany Pearce is moving away 'cause she can't deal with Santana's death."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"It's a shame, all those Glee kids getting killed."

"Did anyone really care about them, anyway?"

"I suppose you're right."

Quinn squeezed her eyes shut as she listened to the rumors. They swirled around the halls like the first snowfall of the year. How could they be talking about all of them like that? It was so disrespectful to their memories, to be saying that no one cared about them. The rumors about Finn, she could deal with. The rumors about Brittany, well, they were pretty much true.

But she couldn't deal with the rumors about Rachel.

It wasn't just the rumors (that she'd jumped, that Finn had pushed her), but the word that no one gave a shit about the brunette. No one cared that she'd died tragically.

And no one would care when Quinn died, too, the way she saw it.

What rumors would spread about her?

She figured they couldn't have been worse than the ones about her when she had gotten pregnant, or when everyone found out that it wasn't Finn's child, or the time people were speculating that she was a lesbian, or the horrible, horrible ones in middle school...

She wanted to die. So badly.

It was just a matter of time before she completely lost control.

To be continued…