Sorry i've taken so long to update!
I've been really busy with climbing, school and everything, but tHE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE (yet :D) so i can update frequently now!
Tears streamed down Quinn's face as she stared at the razor in her hands. With beth being taken away her life had been overcome by misery. One quick, simple cut and her melancholy would be through. Sure, everybody would miss her, but she couldn't live like this anymore. Being a shell of a human had taken its toll on her. Everybody looked with her with "pity eyes", and Quinn hated it. Everybody thought of her as either the slutty cheerleader who got knocked up at 16, or they saw her as a fragile glass sculpture, physically unable to handle life. Quinn was over it. She placed the rust covered razor to her bony wrist and pressed down, hard. Blood started flowing at an alarming rate. Black splotches danced at the edge of her vision. With one last breath, Quinn Fabray slumped down on the bathroom floor.
Noah was worried. Quinn hadn't spoken to him, or anybody for that matter, in 2 weeks. On the ride over to the Fabray household, he tried hopelessly to reassure himself that everything was fine, that Quinn was fine. Finding the door open and supposedly no one home, he unceremoniously let himself in. The house was a mess. Trash everywhere, the smell of rubbish in the air. He slowly but surely began to wander around the mansion. He started thinking about all of the "firsts" they had enjoyed in this house. Their first kiss, their first time...
The stench of blood brought him back to his senses. Confused, he wandered further along the long corridor. As the reek of blood became stronger, Noah's eyes began to prickle with overwhelmed tears. Finally, his wandering nature bought him to the Fabray bathroom. He cautiously opened the door. With a creak, Noah Puckerman was exposed to a horrific sight. His girlfriend, the mother of his child, dead on the bathroom floor in a pool of red blood. With a choked scream, he fell to his knees and wept.