Santana watched as her sister walked away from her. She took a few steps towards her, but then stopped. If Alex was truly afraid of her, though Santana couldn't understand why, it wouldn't make anything better by going after her.

Though she had to force herself, Santana turned and walked away from her sister. She made it the whole way to her car before she allowed herself to cry. Alex had begun to scare her lately. The 14 year old had barely eaten anything since her attack. She didn't talk unless she was directly addressed, and seemed to have dropped at least 10 pounds in the past couple of weeks.

Santana waited a few minutes before pulling out onto the street. She was forced to drive past her sister, who didn't turn to look at her. Santana didn't exactly know what she was doing; she had stopped the car and gotten out.

Alex backed away as her sister came towards her. She just really wanted to be alone, and get away from everyone.

Santana stopped her sister by standing directly in front of her. The 14 looked up at her with glistening eyes, but didn't say anything. Her face was cold, and the look in her eyes was distant and pain filled.

"Alex, please. Don't be like this." Santana said softly, reaching up and putting hand on the side of the girl's face. Alex flinched at her touch and her jaw locked. She turned her head to the side.

Alex shoved the fear and apprehensive away from her mind and tried to focus on her sister's face. It was caring, concerned, and the fingers on the side of her own face were gentle. Ignoring the sinking feeling in her stomach, she took a step towards Santana and buried her face in the Latina's shoulder.

Santana wrapped one arm around her sister's lower back, and brought the other one up to comb through the girl's soft hair. She felt Alex cringe in her arms, and brought her in closer. She felt the 14 year old's hangs clinging to her back, but somehow still felt that the girl was incredibly distant.

Alex and Santana separated after some time. They both climbed into the car and Santana drove home quickly. She got out of the car and waited for Alex, who came in slowly. Her walk had gotten less of a limp in it over the weeks, and it was now hardly noticeable.

Santana decided to give Alex her space, and went to her own room. She heard the door to the bathroom shut after she had shut her own door.

Alex stared at herself in the mirror. She had always been able to find a trace of sorrow in her eyes since she was old enough to understand why she was born. But now it was about a thousand times more evident, and she hated how sunken in she had become. Alex opened the cabinet that had the mirror on the door, and momentarily was able to get away from her reflection. But as she grabbed the box of razors, she shut the cabinet again and locked eyes with the girl in the mirror. It took a lot to break the gaze again.

Alex turned away from the mirror and turned on the water in the bathtub. It ran powerfully, and the tub was filled in a matter of minutes. Alex stripped down to her underwear, and then climbed in. The water was very hot, and burnt as she sunk into it, but Alex had faced far worse pain, and she submerged nearly her entire body in the water. But she left the water running.

Opening the box of razor blades, Alex took out one of the double edged blades. After taking a deep breath, she sunk the blade into her left arm and suppressed a scream as she drug it though her skin. She allowed flashbacks to stream through her head, and could nearly feel her father's hands on her once again. She could hear his voice, whispering how much of a whore she was into her ear. And Alex felt bile in her throat as she remembered how her body had betrayed her the first time he was inside of her. She had came while being raped by her father.

Alex ripped the blood coated razor blade out of her arm and gripped it in her hand. She sunk it into the other forearm, dragging it the whole way from her wrist up to her elbow. Blood poured out, turning the already red water even darker. Alex had to force the use of her arms as she pushed the blade into her thigh, inscribing the words "I'm sorry" into it. She dropped the blade into the bloody water and leaned back, closing her eyes.

Santana frowned as she still heard the bathtub water running. It was a heavier roar, since it was coming from the faucet and not the shower head. The Latina got up from her bed and stepped out into the hallway. Her foot immediately became soaked with water.

Santana ran to the bathroom door, where water was leaking out from under the door. Trying the doorknob, she found it locked and instantly set into a state of panic. The Latina pounded on the door. "Alex! Open the door!" She yelled, kicking it as hard as she could with her foot. Getting no response, she raced downstairs.

Santana rummaged frantically through the drawer, searching desperately for the key that unlocked the doors in her house. She eventually found it in the back of the drawer, under some rubber bands and pizza menus. Santana scrambled back towards the steps.

After making it to the top of the stairs, Santana shoved the key into the lock and opened the door.

Hahahahahaha! I stopped at the worst place possible. I would just like to let you all know, I actually wrote this 20 minutes before Glee aired last night, so I had no idea Dave was going to do that. And OH MY GOD QUINN. SHE CAN'T DIE. SHE JUST CAN'T. I'll probably have a Quinn fic coming out soon, so keep your eyes open. Anyways, please leave some reviews you guys! Who knows, if I don't get many reviews, Alex couldn't end up as lucky as Karofsky…