Title: (Don't know. I'm open to suggestions.)
Pairing: Rachel/ Santana, maybe Quinn/Brittany
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: I truly do love you. I know at school nothing can change.
Warnings: Attempted suicide
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/n: This is part too. If biology continues to be so incredibly boring you can count on part 3 coming maybe next week, Class is on Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays so you never know.
Part 2: My fault
I'm sitting in the hospital watching the steady rise and fall of Rachel's chest. I can't help but think back to two days ago. This girl, this amazing, talented, more-than-slightly annoying girl, tried to kill herself. She would have succeeded if help had gotten there any later.
She would use one of her damn gold stars in a suicide note. I think morbidly. And she would have to make killing yourself even more dramatic then it already is.
*Flashback*
I just stare in shock at the computer screen. Rachel Berry, the girl I've been secretly dating for the last three months, is sitting on her desk chair at home. In one hand she is holding a box cutter. Everything is in slow motion. Rachel lowers the blade to the wrist of her other hand. I want to scream for her to stop as she presses down and begins to cut deeply into her flesh. My voice is frozen in my throat as she drags the blade down to the inside of her elbow. A trail of red blood flows in the wake of the knife.
"S? What's Rachel doing? Why is she the box hurting herself? S? S? What's going on? Q?" A hysterical Brittany is asking in the background. I vaguely hear her. My entire world seems to consist in the flowing red on the screen.
I'm unable to answer her. I can't make sense of what I'm seeing. I think I'm in shock. I feel someone shaking my shoulder. I barley recognize hazel eyes through the haze of red that I still see in front of my eyes. It's Quinn. She is asking me questions. I hear my own voice answering her, but I can't for the life of me understand what's being said. It's like I'm on autopilot.
I can only see Rachel's hurt expression from this morning when I pretended not to notice her wave. This is my fault. All my fault.
*End Flashback*
I'm pulled back to the present by a hand on my shoulder. I look up into the concerned brown eyes of Rachel's daddy Richard. His eyes are sad and soulful as he turns his head to look at his only daughter, is baby girl..
"It's not your fault," he whispers in his surprisingly deep voice. He is small like Rachel. His voice surprised me the first time I heard it. He looks a lot like Taub from House, short and slightly balding, so it's shocking when he speaks. He sounds like he could rival a jazz singer if he were ever to try,
" How can this not be my fault?" I ask in a broken whisper. She did this because of me, for me. I barely refrain myself from adding. I haven't told anyone about the note she left me. The only other person who knows about it is Brittany and I doubt she'll connect the two things. I love the girl, but she really is slow.
"How could it be?" Richard asked quietly. "You didn't do anything. She told you she was fine and understood that you weren't ready to come ut yet. This isn't your fault."
I remain quiet, I know he's wrong. This is my fault, all my fault. I just hope that when she wakes up she'll let me fix this.