Dear reader who wrote a review... Thank you so much! I will do just that. I think I was just in a rush to get chapters up, but you're right. Longer chapters, less frequent uploads. However, I had already finished this part... so I figured I'll upload the last short chapter.

I don't know why the spacing is so weird... sorry I'm technologically challenged.

Chapter 7

Tonight, I sit on the ground. The wind crawls up my skin and I taste the metallic of the blood as I lick my lips.

The world is cold and dark.

This life is filled with numbness and the sky is closing around me.

I see the flash of faces and I'm on the verge of tears.

I've fallen, my knees have buckled, and my feet are tired.

I'm tired.

But my eyes are hungry. They burn with desire. I yearn for the strength to keep fighting through the night.

It's been a week. A week since I've outed myself.

You have to wonder how rumors spread so fast, it's like a wildfire and the students are the trees that can't escape the flame.

Walking down the halls of McKinley, you'd think I was a celebrity or something.

I couldn't help but notice.

I was being watched.

This particular day had been, to put it mildly, rough. I found a note waiting for me in the kitchen this morning. "Dear Quinn, your father and I are going to Hawaii. We will be returning next week. We left money for you in the drawer next to the stove. " Generally, I would be ecstatic that they were gone. But they went to Hawaii. Frannie lives in Hawaii. Have you ever stood in your kitchen and felt like falling to your knees?

So with that in mind, I snapped, "take a picture, it lasts longer".

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

They kept right on staring, but not one said a word.

I was visibly invisible.

So as I walked home, I thought nothing of the stupid football jocks lumbering towards me. They weren't the "nice" jocks either. They were distasteful and crude. Yet, my mind hadn't caught up to what was happening.

Next thing I know, I'm on the ground.

Clothing optional.

Once it got darker, I decided I'd better get help.

I got up.

My bones ached and my body screamed at the shooting pain.

I wrapped my arms around myself, tighter.

I got lost in my thoughts. Recalling what they had said, " you're not gay… you just haven't had a real man. C'mon Fabray… I promise. You're in for a treat"

You get pushed around a lot in life. But this time it hurt.