Quinn gripped the counter of the kitchen. No one in Mercedes' family was home so Quinn cried freely. Everyday, watching Finn and Rachel was like a stab in the heart. It was reopening a wound. She bit her lip and sighed.
"You and I are tragic," Finn's voice repeated in her head. She cried harder. Forget that he was kind when he woke up; his animosity towards her from before was enough to let her know that she wasn't welcome. YOU'RE A TRAGEDY, another voice screamed in her head. Quinn shook her head. She would not succumb to these thoughts. She straightened up.
"I am not a tragedy," she repeated over and over as she climbed the stairs to her room.
Quinn picked up the book on her bed. It was marked: Tragedy. Quinn slammed her hand against the dresser.
"I'm not tragic," she howled. She slammed both hands down so hard that her arms went limp with pain and she collapsed on top of it. More searing pain seeped into her torso and she slipped off of the dresser and landed on the floor with a heavy thud. Quinn wrapped her arms around her stomach. She wanted to get up but if she moved the pain was too much.
"I'm not tragic," she muttered. She looked up and saw Mercedes standing in the doorway. I'm not tragic, I'm pathetic, Quinn thought as Mercedes rushed over to her.
Quinn woke up on the couch. Mercedes was sitting in a chair next to her.
"What happened to you?" Mercedes asked. Quinn paused; her entire insanity moment with her denying being tragic was just a blur.
"I-I lost it and accidently hurt myself," Quinn murmured. Quinn looked at her hands; there were tons of band-aids on them.
"Why?" Quinn started.
"You hurt your hands, they were bleeding," Mercedes said. Quinn hadn't realized that when she had hit the dresser that she drew blood.
"My god, I am going insane! I was completely crazy when I hurt myself, what's wrong with me?" Quinn asked.
"Quinn, we all have moments where we loose it. You've been through a lot; it's natural that you would have more serious moments," Mercedes comforted. Quinn sat up.
"It sounds weird, but I feel better having gotten all that crazy out," Quinn said, remembering herself utter, 'I'm not tragic' over and over. She felt…more normal and more grounded again.
"Of course you do. Quinn, think of this is getting your hurt out. You're going to be emotionally healed in no time," Quinn smiled.
Quinn walked into school the next day with a smile on her face. Puck smiled at her and she nodded to him, he had gotten nicer after Beth and he didn't pressure her to be his girlfriend. It was nice because they could be just friends. She saw Finn and Rachel hold hands as they walked in. Finn smiled slightly when he saw Quinn. Quinn felt relief seep through her. He didn't hate her, too much. Quinn smiled to him and he came over to her.
"How you feeling, champ?" Quinn asked, earning a slight laugh from him.
"Great. It's nice to be back in school," Finn said. He frowned suddenly.
"Something wrong?" Quinn asked frantically.
"No, no. It's just…I have this song stuck in my head I have no idea why," Finn frowned. Then she shrugged and smiled.
"Ah well. See you round," Finn said and went over to Rachel.
Quinn felt her heart break a little but that was okay, because she needed to feel something.