A/N: I'm so sorry I didn't get this up last night! I start school tomorrow so last minute stuff. Any way I would just like to thank each and every person who has ever read or reveiwed this. It really means a lot to me. Thank you for all the kind comments. I really feel love. I shall see you at the bottom!

Title: Someone To Finally Tell

Rating:M (It has finally gone up)

Disclaimer: I do not own glee, I do own Irridessa though.

Summary: What happens when you were born poor, beaten, raped, beaten again, starved and things worse? Meet Irridessa Walters. Shes been through it all. Doesn't know who her father is, is adopted. Shes had to adjust to all kinds of things. So how will she adjust to William McKinley High School? Friends, enemies, or someone to finally tell them what happened?

Eight: Celeste

I was in a blank nothingness. I floated in black for quite a while. I heard voices. I recognized them. Moms. Blaine's. Kurt's. Finn's. But I couldn't tell what they were saying. It was probably just a figment of my imagination. I saw a glimmer of light. I, well, I floated it, but that's beside the matter. I made my way towards the ball of light.

I looked at it for a moment and then reached out and poked it gently. It extended all around me. I closed my eyes shut to block out the brightness and after a moment peeked my eyes open. They flew open in surprise. I was standing in my old living room. But every thing was pure, sanitary, white. However the one thing that wasn't was a spot on the rug. It was bright red. Blood. As though it had never faded. I knew that spot. It was were Celeste had been shot. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a white version of what I had been wearing in the warehouse. There was a hole in the shirt and around it was stained red. I chose no to look under it.

I turned around then and fresh tears sprung to my eyes. There sitting on the couch looking as beautiful as ever was Celeste. Her deep blue eyes wise and smiling, her pale skin flawless. Her golden hair hung in slight ringlets past her shoulders. She wore the same shorts and tank as she did that day except for white. And of course the blood around where she had been shot and a hole in the shirt.

"Celeste", I whispered.

She silently stood up and walked to me. She was still as graceful as the thirteen year old who was murdered. She wrapped her arms around me.

"Hello, Irridessa."

I hugged her back tightly as tears trailed down my cheeks silently. We parted slowly. I didn't have to look down at her. I had stopped growing by the time I was fourteen and she was almost my height.

"I am so sorry for everything you've gone through." She said quietly.

"I'm sorry for not protecting you." I answered.

"It wasn't your fault."

There was a pause.

"Am I dead?". I honestly wasn't sure if wanted to go back.

She smiled. "No. You need to go back, darling."

I frowned. "Why? It hurts there, and there will be questions, and feelings. I don't want to hurt anymore." I whispered.

She took my hand and looked at the door. "I can't make you go back. But you should. What about your parents? Kurt? Blaine? New Directions? Finn?". Her voice sounded a million years old and completely young at the same time.

I winced when she said his name. "I'm so messed up I don't think he'll want me. No one would." I gestured to the scars up and down my wrists.

She smiled sadly at me. "He does love you. And you love him. Remember what you wrote." She pointed at the carpet and there in my own sloppy handwriting was the words. Red as they were when I first drew them. I looked back at her.

"I'm scared." I whispered.

She embraced me again. "I know but I'll be there, even if you don't know it."

"Promise?".

"Promise".

We let go of each other and I slowly walked towards the door my hand rested on the silver handle. I looked back at Celeste and she smiled at me. I smiled back at her. The one I had reserved for her. The one that was oozing sweet.

I turned my head back around and opened the door. It swung in and I stepped into the black falling.

"Call the nurse shes waking up!".

"Dessie? Dessie? Can you hear me?".

"Oh my god, is she okay? Is she alright? What if the—".

"Finn! Shut up will you!".

I slowly blinked my eyes open. I heard rushing around me and complaints about being shut out of the room. My eyes came into focus and above me stood Officer Baker. He smiled at me.

"Great to see you awake kid." He said smiling.

I smiled back and tried to sit up and groaned in pain and clutched my side. He clucked his tongue. He grabbed a remote and raised the bed so I was in a sitting position. I noticed a nurse walking around checking machines and then coming over with an IV bag.

"No. I don't wanna have anything stuck in me!".

Baker wound up holding me down as the nurse took the old one out and the new one in. I had hair sticking up everywhere by the end of it and tried to flatten it. Finally visitors were allowed in. My family first. My mother was in hysterics.

It took ten minutes to convince her I was okay and that she needed to calm down. Dad still had to walk her out of the room. That left me with Micheal.

"Never. Do. Anything. That. Stuipd. Ever. Again.", He told me while he hugged me.

We talked for another couple minutes and then finally he was kicked out by Burt and Carole. They didn't stay too long.

"Thank you. For bringing him back." Burt said softly.

Carole thanked me too. Next came Blaine and Kurt. Kurt and I wound up sobbing together. He told me how thankful he was to have met me and how he will never forget this. Blaine wound up crying too telling me he was so glad Kurt was back safe and that I was okay. Before Kurt left I caressed the bruise on his face gently.

Last but not least came Finn. He sat down next to me and took my hand. We were silent for a moment before he spoke.

"He told me. That Officer. What you wrote."

My face heated up and I looked away.

"I love you too."

I looked up at him surprised. "what about Berry?".

"I kinda gave up on her. You know her. Besides its better this way." He said with a form of finality.

I smiled at him. "Kiss me."

And he did. For the next several minutes.

A/N: *Cries* I just have to let you know how personal this is for me. I have had problems with self harm and I am adopted. I am the result of an affair and I am not afraid to admit that. I have never been raped and I think it is important that every one is educated about these things. I hope you enjoyed it, reviews are love, until next time!

P.S. Since this was late I will probably be updating again tonight.