Shattered Voice

-Chapter 6

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In bold are the voices in Rachel's head (well not just her head anymore)

I walked through the halls of school same as everyday, except it really wasn't the same. People were quiet and worried some people even crying. I guess people only love you when you're dead, but then again they don't know that he's dead. I guess I don't for sure either, I keep trying to fool myself but I know my delusions are wearing off, I know I had something to do with this and by now the shock and horror has worn off.

I mean, who's going to miss him? Maybe it's better if he's gone, he was a narcissistic, sexist pig! Glee was different, Kurt and Mercedes weren't teasing me about my clothes, Santana didn't try to trip me, Finn wasn't smiling like a over-sized toddler.

Eugh! What did you ever see in him?

I thought about it and I couldn't come up with a single thing.

Sam sat next to me and put his hand on top of mine, and I was disappointed but a little happy, I couldn't help it I still loved him. Glee wasn't just different. Glee was better, maybe I should've done something a long time ago… I know these thoughts were evil but if letting the rage consume me had achieved this, why should I resist?

"In fact I hope he is dead…"

I felt Sam remove his hand from mine, he had a horrified expression on his face, I just realised what I had done, was it me? Mr Schue had been in the middle of saying a few reassuring words about Jacob's disappearance, when I had accidentally spoken my thoughts. Everyone in Glee looked at me with a range of emotions, anger, shock, horror, devastation but all I could think was 'oh shit, they look pissed off', which caused me to laugh uncontrollably and clutch my sides trying to catch my breath, I even tear-ed up a bit.

I went to the bathroom to fix my make up, I saw Quinn come in behind me. She didn't look pissed, she had a smile on her face, but it was the sort of smile that said I'm-going-to-kill-you. She lunged at me shoving me against the wall and my head smacked into and cracked the mirror, my hand went to the back of my head and it felt wet, I could feel the blood running down the back of my neck.

You would think I would cry in pain or scream for help, but no. I honesty don't care anymore, I laughed at her, her usually beautiful face contorted and scrunched in rage, she spat out,

"You are a sick little girl aren't you, pathetic, even Sam will realise you are not worth it you psycho."

I had no idea what was going on in my head or why I was doing or saying things, I felt the control slowly seep out of my body and I felt the last piece of sanity slip through my fingers. I stood, no I didn't stand, it wasn't me anymore, I looked at the reflection and watched the stranger approach Quinn.

Quinn had noticed the change in me, I saw it in her eyes, those beautiful cunning eyes that shone with fury now glinted with uncertainty and could it be… Fear? I watched the stranger in the reflection eye the unknowing blonde like an animal assessing their prey. It whispered to her,

"Life is so short, don't you think? It can be so easily lost, and so easily taken away. Tell me Quinn do you want to lose the most precious thing you have, no not your popularity, boyfriends or money. Your life."

Quinn looked terrified, shocked beyond belief before she finally remembered who she was. She regained her composure and smirked at the brunette.

"I can see why your mother didn't want you, how even you are someone not even a mother could love. I feel sorry for you, everyone that you love will leave you."

She walked out of the bathroom with her head held high, which I think is lucky for her, I can feel my body aching to hurt her burning with rage again, but instead of screaming in pain I welcomed the darkness and agony and lost myself into unconsciousness.

I wasn't passed out on some floor this time, I feel like I zoned out and now just snapped back into attention, something clattered from my hand, onto the floor. A knife. I looked around the room, it was someone's bedroom, a teenage girl's. I could tell from the posters and pink furniture… oh and the body. I wasn't scared I was curious and hoping that something from this place might help me remember what has gone on. I pick up the knife and put it into my back pocket, and examine the room.

The pink walls splattered with blood, the shattered photo frames and broken bookcase, the pool of blood surrounding her body. She was pale from the loss of blood and of course being dead, across her chest several knife wounds, her mouth open in a silent scream and her blank dead eyes staring into nothing.

Quinn Fabray is dead.

Her cold limp hand stretched to the direction of the phone, my laugh falling on deaf ears. I imagined her last few moments, losing blood, panting for breath and having hope that she might be able to call for help. I noticed her other hand draped over her stomach, clutching at something gold, I pried it out of her hands and lifted it to see it. It was a necklace, my gold star necklace, she must have tore it off my neck, I dropped to my knees at the sight of it, shaking and feeling suddenly nauseous and my memories came flooding back. I remembered what happened, with Sam, Jacob, Quinn.

I remembered it all...

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