Brittany POV

I don't know how long I've been stuck here, in Elijah's bedroom. After I regained consciousness, I crawled as fast as I could into a corner of his room where I am still sitting right now. At this moment, I'm so incredibly scared that I don't even know what to do anymore. All I know is that Elijah isn't who he pretended to be. It feels as if he has been trying to manipulate me this whole time and that his only intention is to hurt Santana.

In front of me, only a few feet away, isn't sitting the nice boy I used to trust. He isn't the typical dorky boy next door, with whom you love to hang out. Instead, Elijah is a punk who couldn't wait to destroy someone else's life, just because he gets insulted sometimes. Of course, I feel bad for him, because he used to get bullied at school. However sometimes, Elijah is looking for trouble and he's the one provoking the insults. This is why he has no right to do something like this to Santana. All she ever did to him was tell him to back off; all of the other things were provoked by him.

How could someone be this cruel? Telling everyone that you're a nerd isn't the same as revealing to the whole school that their head cheerleader is gay. If this secret gets discovered, then it could possibly ruin Santana's life. The more I think about this, the more I realize that this is entirely my fault. If I hadn't broken up with Santana and started dating this monster, none of this would have happened. Realizing this, makes my whole world stop turning. What have I done? What kind of monster am I?

I get snapped out of my thoughts when the heartless creature speaks up again, "Brittany just calm down! She isn't even worth your tears."

I refuse to answer, instead I bury my head in my hands and I start to cry even harder. How the hell could Elijah say that she isn't worth my tears? Santana is worth so much more than he could ever know, and I was too dumb to realize it sooner.

My sobs are filling the silence until someone rings the doorbell. Honestly, I couldn't be more grateful because it means that he has to go downstairs and leave me alone for a while. Is it weird that I can't even stand to be in the same room anymore as the boy I used to hang out with every day and whom I have been dating? Is it weird that even though violence is never the answer, I want to punch him for all the pain he has caused? Is it odd that I blame him for hurting Santana, while I was the one who broke up with her and started this whole mess?

I get snapped out of my thoughts when I hear the sound of glass breaking. My first instinct is to run downstairs to find out what caused the noise.

The scene that is playing out in front of me literally breaks my heart. Somehow I stand there frozen, and all I can do is watch from the sidelines. Right in front of me, in his living room, is Santana and she's looking angrier than I've ever seen before and she's throwing all kind of random objects. Moreover Santana is yelling all kinds of things, but somehow I can't hear or comprehend them. My heart is beating in my chest and I start to panic. Somehow my body is losing control, and all I can do is collapse on the ground. I am still watching from the ground, and neither of them have noticed me yet.

San is the first to spot me, she runs over to my side and hands me some kind of bag. She motions for me to start inhaling in it.

After a few minutes, I am able to get a better hold on myself. Apparently I was having a panic attack and if it wasn't for Santana, I would have most likely fainted again.

There are so many things I want to tell her, but instead San speaks up first, "Try to keep on breathing calmly Britt, okay? I didn't mean to scare you, I really didn't."

I want to reply, but I can't because when I take a close look at her my breath instantly becomes shallow again. Why didn't I notice the cuts on her cheeks, her red puffy eyes, the waterfall falling from her eyes, the bruise forming under her eye…? What's going on? Who did this to her? What has San been through? Was it Elijah's fault?

Santana turns around to face Elijah and lunges at him. Then she punches him a couple times until he is lying on the floor. She shouts, "What did you do to Brittany? Why the fuck is she crying? Did you ruin her life as well?" When Elijah doesn't reply, she continues, "Well speak up, because you had no problem responding before she got downstairs!"

He stutters, "I, I, I didn't do anything to her, I swear. I love her. And what I did to you, is entirely your fault. It was about time that someone made you feel what I feel every single day!"

Santana throws her hands in the air in defeat and howls, "How could you even say that? You have no idea what you're talking about! Do you know what it's like when your father starts hitting you because he found out that you're gay?! Or that your parents stop loving you, because they don't want their daughter to be a dyke? Or do you know what it's like to become homeless in less than a second? Because I do! And trust me you have no idea what kind of pain I'm talking about! Because today I have been to hell and back!"

I can't believe my own ears, how could her own parents cause her this much pain?! This is not how I imagined that Mr. and Mrs. Lopez would react once they would find out that Santana is gay. They always seemed like such nice and open-minded people. Why aren't they the kind people I remember? Why did they change and made Santana feel like she isn't loved? Why? How could they do this to her? What kind of monsters are they? Why? Why?! Fuck, San shouldn't have experienced something as awful as that, or at least not without me by her side to defend her. What have I done to her?!

My body starts trembling, and I know that I am going to pass out because I can't handle this. But before I can faint, Santana returns back to my side and tries to hold me in a tight embrace so that I would calm down again. In this moment, neither of us are caring about Elijah who is still lying on the floor a couple of feet away. However after a few moments we hear him move, but we ignore him and let him go. Santana whispers in my ear, that she could never hurt him like he hurt her, so she is going to let him walk away. She isn't going to ruin his life and become a monster just like Elijah.

Relief comes over my body as I realize that Santana is holding me like she did when we were still together. Plus Elijah is going away and will disappear from our lives, so we are finally going to be able to leave this mess behind us. However when I hear him come closer again, I get anxious. When I lift my head from Santana's shoulder to take a look at him, the world stops turning. I see him holding a huge knife, and before I can stop him he has already stabbed Santana. The cry that escapes her lips breaks my heart and will haunt me in my worst nightmares. I cry, "Nooooooo, nooooooooooo, Santana! San! Please, nooooooo!"

Elijah starts running away, while I am holding a seriously injured Santana. Oh my god, this can't be happening right now?! I can't lose her! What do I do now? Please help me, please…

I try to lay her body down, and when I see her look at me, a part of me dies. I will never be able to forget this moment, and it will most likely haunt me forever. The love of my life, lying in my arms, slowly dying if I don't do something fast. I desperately try to rip open her shirt and press it against the wound so that I can make the bleeding stop. However I don't think it's really helping, and I don't know what else to do. Fuck! What do I do now? I can't lose her, not like this!

Santana whispers hoarsely, "Britt, you will always have a special place in my heart. I'll never forget you, I promise. Tell Rachel that I love her and please make sure that Puck keeps an eye on her. Also tell Quinn and Puck that they are my family. Please make sure that they know."

"No Santana, you won't do this to me! Do you hear me, don't give up and keep fighting! You are not dying today; it's not your time yet! Keep fighting Santana, you have to because I love you! I love you San, please don't leave me! You can survive this San, you have to."

"It hurts so badly, Britt."

I release the pressure on her wound, and reach for her phone that is sitting in her pocket. My hands are completely covered in blood, which makes it hard for me to use her iPhone. However when I finally manage to contact a hospital, I have a hard time getting the words out. They keep on telling me to calm down, because they don't understand what I am saying. The only words that I can utter are 'stabbed', 'dying', 'help' 'bleeding a lot' and 'please help'. All I want in this moment is to give them the right information as fast as possible, so that they can start helping me. But it is difficult to talk while I am crying and panicking because Santana is losing so much blood. I need to calm down soon, because otherwise I could lose Santana forever. However it's so hard to stop sobbing when your soul mate is slowly dying in your arms. Thankfully I finally manage to tell them the address, so that they can send an ambulance.

When the phone call ends, I hold Santana in a tight embrace and pray that the ambulance is going to get here in time.

I plead, "Please, don't give up Santana. Please, I love you. Just a few more moments. Come on Santana, you can do it. Look at me, open your eyes San. Open your eyes! Why aren't you opening your eyes?! Please, can somebody help me?! Hold on San, I love you!"