A/N: I've been neglecting my typing. I've got the next It's Always Darkest chapter mostly done, just have to write a little bit more to that and it'll be finished.
A/N 2: If some of my stories start to seem depressing, please tell me. I've recently been going through stuff at home, where I was taken away from my mom. It's been really hard on me and has been affecting my stories and some of my roleplays. If I'm feeling depressed, I try and write out my feelings into one of the stories I have where one of the characters is depressed, but sometimes that doesn't always work. Please forgive me when I say I'm really trying to get these out, but it just gets really hard sometimes.
I want you guys to know that I appreciate all the reviews and favorites/follows; it inspires me to keep writing and helps me know that I am good at what I do.
Enough with my rambling, here's chapter 3.
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Santana took a deep breath and walked into the hospital, mentally cursing Jacob with every step she took. She kept thinking that it should have been her that was shot, Jacob had nothing against Brittany. It was Santana he wanted, so why had he pulled the trigger when Brittany got in the way? Was it to cause Santana the mental pain that came with the loss of a loved one? Or was it just to mess with her, make her suffer? So many questions and nobody cared to answer them.
She released the breath she didn't know she was holding as she walked up to the receptionist, not even bothering to wait for the others.
"Rachel Berry." She choked out, fighting back the sobs that wanted to shake her body.
"Room 182." The lady said, and Santana carefully walked down the hall. She had wanted to get a minute alone with Rachel, but she wasn't sure if she could even see Rachel without breaking down.
Taking a deep breath once she was outside the room, she slowly pushed open the door and bit her lip, fighting from breaking down in sobs. "Oh Rachel…" She whispered, shutting the door behind her.
Rachel lay on her back, machines hooked up to her left and right. She had a few IV's in her arm, an oxygen tube going around her nose, and red gauze wrapped around her upper abdomen. The only sounds in the room aside from the slight buzzing noises coming from the machines was Rachel's shallow breathing, and the slow, steady beeping of Rachel's heart monitor. She looked so lifeless, so pale. Santana walked up to her and took her hand. It was cold, but there was still a trace of warmth. Santana hoped Rachel was going to be able to hear her, because she had a mouthful to say.
She took a deep breath and sat down on the bed, holding Rachel's hand carefully.
"Hey Berry." She smiled shyly. "I uh, I don't know if you can hear me or not, but uh, I want you to know that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how I treated you. I'm sorry for always trying to tear you down. I'm sorry for ditching you for… for B-Brittany. I shouldn't have treated you like that. You didn't deserve it. I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. I could have stopped Jacob, then we wouldn't be in this situation. But I guess if that never happened, I'd still treat you the same. I can assure you, when you wake up from this, I'll never leave your side. I'm so, so sorry. Finn is just a douchebag. I'm sorry, beyond sorry, for leaving you to fend for yourself with him. Mr. Shue thought it'd be okay to try and have glee today. It just doesn't feel like home without you and B there. Puck and Quinn have been getting closer, and a bunch of the gleeks are stopping by soon. I just want you to know, Rachel, that I'm so sorry. I never wanted any of this for you." Santana wiped at her eyes and squeezed Rachel's hand, hoping for those chestnut eyes to open and meet hers, but they never did. Hearing a knock at the door, Santana pulled herself together and calmly said, "Come in."
Kurt walked in with the others following him and Santana nodded, leaning up and giving Rachel a gentle kiss on the forehead before she left the room. Mercedes gave her a strange look as she left, but Santana could care less. She wanted to figure out why Jacob Ben Israel did this to her. She wanted to know what led Jewfro to take away the two most important people in her life.
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Jacob sat in his cell, thinking over the past week. Why had he done that? Just because his anger got the better of him, he ruined so many peoples' lives. He knew he shouldn't be alive; he didn't deserve to live after what he had done. He sighed and laid back on his bed, hoping his life passed by quickly.
"Mr. Israel, you have a visitor." The guard stated and opened his cell, ushering him to the visitors' section. Why would he have a visitor? Everyone at McKinley hated him and his mom was so ashamed and embarrassed that she refused to talk to him. When he sat down in the booth, he eyes widened in fear. He hesitantly picked up the phone and felt himself start to shake. "S-Santana?"
Santana smirked as she held up the phone. "Can it, Jewfro. Just listen. I came here for answers. You took away my angel, my love, and you also took away my best friend." She paused for a moment. "Why?"
Jacob took a moment to answer. He knew exactly why he did it, but he was afraid to tell Santana. Santana was deadly, a King Cobra in the grass and he was the helpless little rabbit. Finding his confidence, he stiffened his chest and spoke boldly. "I had enough of your bullying. I figured I'd be doing everyone a favor if I got rid of the newest part of the hierarchy, starting with the head bitch herself. Brittany got in the way of you. I planned on letting her live, but she was so stupid enough to get in the way."
Santana was fuming with anger. Jewfro just called Brittany the worst possible thing he could have called her around Santana. "You bastard! You're lucky there's that damn glass there because if there wasn't you wouldn't be alive right now!"
Jacob smirked, otherwise ignoring her threat. "As for Rachel, I wanted her so bad." He sighed. "If I couldn't have her, nobody could."
She glared at him; she wanted nothing but to beat the hell out of him. "You sick bastard! You don't deserve to live!"
"Then let me rot here." He smirked and hung up, asking the guard to take him back to his cell.
Santana clenched her fists and walked outside, letting out a loud, long scream in anger. She hated Jacob. He had been so selfish, so… so horrid that words cannot describe. Santana wanted him dead. She wanted it to be so that she didn't have to feel this kind of pain again. It was killing her. She needed for Rachel to be okay. If she wasn't, Santana might die along with her. She got back in her car and drove home, barely making it to her room before she broke down crying.
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The next day, Santana went to school in sweat pants and a band t-shirt, carrying her Cheerios uniform. When a baby cheerio came up to her saying that Coach wanted to see her, she knew she was in for it. She sighed and walked towards Sue's office, her uniform in hand.
"Santana, care to tell me about your sudden wardrobe change?" That was a first. Sue Sylvester never sounded concerned.
"Coach, you know why. Brittany's gone, Rachel's in a hospital, I don't know what to do anymore." She said sadly. "I'm resigning."
Sue was shocked. "You can't resign. Here, I'll put you on water duty until you can get back on your feet, okay?" She was worried about Santana. Brittany was the world to the Latina. Sue had never seen her so sad, so broken.
Santana just nodded. "I'm not going to wear my uniform; it has too many memories."
Sue nodded in understanding. "Very well. You're dismissed." Before Santana left, Sue stopped her. "And San, remember, you can always talk to me."
Santana smiled and nodded. She could always count on Sue.
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Santana wasn't paying attention in any of her classes; she was only focused on Rachel and Brittany. She knew she had to get over the latter, she was gone and she wasn't coming back. Santana hated to think that, Brittany would never truly be gone. She knew that the blonde's heart and love would still be with her.
Brittany would want me to move on.
She sighed and begrudgingly made her way to the choir room. Barely anyone was willing to perform, but some did to mourn Brittany and hope Rachel was okay. Even with their injuries, everyone still put their passed friend first.
She knew she should be beyond angry with Jacob. She should be fuming still. But something was keeping her from doing so. She didn't know what, but she hoped it was something good.
Everyone turned towards her when her phone began to ring.
"Mr. Shue, it's my dad." She muttered, answering the phone when Shuester gave her the okay nod.
"Papi?"
"Santi, you have to get up here."
"What's going on?"
"It's about Rachel. Please hurry. Her dads are already on their way."
Santana nodded and started gathering her stuff. "I'm sorry Mr. Shue, it's an emergency."
"What's happening?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know. It has to do with Rachel." Santana explained, walking out of the choir room and out to her car.
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"Papi?!" Santana asked worriedly as she hurried onto her father's floor.
"San, it's Rachel." Emilio Lopez stated, walking through the doors.
"No shit!"
"Language, Santana."
"Sorry. What's going on?" Santana bit her lip, following her dad through the halls.
"Her heart rate went down dramatically. We had to go into emergency shock, but…" Emilio trailed off.
"No… no please no!" Santana eyes were filling up with tears quickly.
"Santana-"
"She can't be gone! I can't lose her too!"
"Santana."
"Please, tell me I'm wrong!"
"You're wrong."
Santana stiffened at the other voice. She hadn't even realized they had gone into Rachel's room.
"Rach?" She breathed out, her eyes widening with joy when she turned around and her eyes locked with the chestnut eyes she desperately wanted so much to see.