I woke up around noon, the party from the day before wasn't even remembered even a little bit. All I knew was that I or someone else passed out. Someone passed out but I couldn't remember who it was. All I knew was that I was more than happy that my mother spent the night at my grandmother's place and that my dad never checked up on me during the nights. He trusted me more than he really should. I often felt bad about that. While still in bed, I picked up my phone to check if I had missed something. I had three text messages - one was from Quinn, two from Mercedes.

"Call me when you're up. I hope you're feeling better. Love you" Quinn wrote.

"What happened with the fact that you would stop with the drugs?" said the first text from Mercedes.

"I'm done with you Santana. Please take this the way you're probably thinking it is - this friendship is over" said the second one from Mercedes.

I jumped out of bed and quickly called Mercedes up. After two rings she picked up.

"Hello? Mercedes, why did you send me those text messages? What's wrong?" I stressed.

"You remember nothing?"

"No?"

"Santana, you're a mess. I can't be around you, I can't stand seeing what you're doing to yourself"

"Please explain to me what I did" I was so worried.

"Ask your girlfriend and please, please stop talking to me"

"Mercedes what the fuck is happening?"

"If I tell you will you leave me alone?" she asked.

"Sure.." I said even though it hurt me that she suddenly wanted to break up our friendship.

"So last night around 2am, I got a call from your phone, that woke me up by the way, I picked up and it was Quinn. She seemed almost as high as you were when we helped you into your house"

"What.."

"You passed out, too much alcohol mixed with too much of the cocaine you're getting addicted to shut your body down, Santana" she said.

"I don't understand" my voice was shaky.

"Neither do I, but that's what happened to you. I came and picked you up because according to Quinn I was the only friend you were loyal to, which isn't true at all because you've been lying about stopping with the drugs to me but I couldn't leave you there so I drove you and Quinn home" she sighed. "We literally had to carry you in, you were lucky your parents are heavy sleepers"

"So that's it? You're done with me because I passed out?"

"I'm done with you because you're a liar, because you choose Quinn who made your life a living hell before your friends, you're ditching Brittany because she's too nice to you-"

"She tried to kiss me!" I cut her off. "No is no, Mercedes. She's too clingy"

"What about me? and Tina? Are we too cliny?"

"No.."

"Why do you keep lying then, keep choosing Quinn over us? I never thought you would do that to me, I actually thought we were better friends than that"

"You have to understand that I'm in love with her, it's different"

"Love isn't a excuse for you to ruin your life like you are doing, Santana" she sounded ready to hang up.

"I'm sorry that I disappointed you"

"I'm sorry too. Goodbye, San"

When Mercedes hung up, I sat down to think through what had happened. Basically, I got so drunk and affected by the drug that I couldn't function properly. I overdosed. Just like I nearly did the last time when Quinn stopped me. I was worried about why she didn't stop me this time, was it maybe because she was getting nearly as high as I was getting? I mean, she did call for help and not from anyone - it was help from one of my friends, one of the people she claimed she couldn't stand.
I couldn't believe that my friendship with Mercedes was over just like that. If it was me, I would be there for a friend who went through something like I did. It made me even more depressed that I didn't have any friends left. Tina, Rachel, Mercedes and even Brittany - they were all gone because of Quinn. Was it worth it? Was the love and the addiction towards Quinn worth more than all of the four friends I gave up? Yes. It was. Quinn would always be my first choice no matter what my other options would happen to be.

However, later the same day I met with Quinn and we talked everything through. I told her about Mercedes and how she left me - and honest to God, Quinn seemed more happy than upset about it. We had gotten problems with our noses ever since the drug use became something that happened more than planned so we went to an pharmacy and bought ourself nasal spray. Both Quinn and Christopher said it would help us. After that we went back to my place and just hung out.

Days passed since I talked to Mercedes and I started feeling worse everyday. I felt depressed, lonely and controlled. I even bought cocaine and used it way more often than I thought I would. I had become like the person I tried to save many times - Quinn. That itself made me feel much worse and brought me down lower than I ever thought I could go. Me and Quinn started snorting around four times a week. It became something for us to be addicted to together and the bigger part of me hated it - the smaller one enjoyed the self destruct.
I sat with Quinn in her living room, her parents were still not living under the same roof as her. They basically just left her alone. Her mother called everyday though but her father couldn't care less about her or the mom. Nevertheless, we had just finished our lines and it started kicking in, I took out the nasal spray and helped myself after it felt blocked. Quinn didn't do it the same time I did. She tilted her head back and rested it on the couch.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I don't know, I don't know.. Are you?"

"I'm okay" I said. "Quinn?"

"Yes?"

"Is it not kind of stupid of us to keep doing this after what happened to me? I mean, I didn't even remember it.. It was that bad" I said as I leaned my head on her shoulder.

"No it's not stupid. We just have to be careful, which you aren't most of the time and that is why I would never be comfortable with you doing this by yourself.. At the party, I left you for twenty minutes to go get pizza and I come back to you being passed out on the couch. Nobody even cared, San. You were just there, helpless and faded out"

"Were you sober? Mercedes said you weren't, she said you were really high when you called"

"I was high," she laughed "but not in a way that I couldn't really control myself. I didn't take too much. The difference was also that I didn't drink any alcohol, you did. So you were both drunk and high. I thank God we didn't have to take you to the doctors, fucking shit we would be in deep trouble"

"And?"

"And I'm glad you're fine" she smiled.

The following ten to fifteen minutes, we just held each other - turned on by the looks on our faces and the smile on our lips. I was just about to lean in and lock our lips together when my phone called. I picked it out of my jacket that was thrown on the couch arm.

"Hello?"

"Santana, you need to come to the hospital"

"What? Why, what's going on?" I rushed up.

"It's.. It's grandma. Just come"

I hung up on my father and grabbed my jacket and quickly walked towards the door.

"Santana wait, what's going on?" Quinn rushed right behind me.

"My grandmother, something happened and I have to get to the hospital right now" I said.

"I'll come with you"

"No, don't," I said and opened the door "I'll talk to you when I'm back yeah?" I said and stressed into my car.

After a surprisingly short drive to the hospital, I called my father and had him tell me which department they were in. I was informed and basically ran over there. My father and mother were standing outside a room. It was hard to ignore that my mom had been crying. And my dad, he looked as nervous as he did when he found out we were moving to New York - it was the bad kind of nervous.

"What's going on?" I asked as I stood before them. "Is grandma okay?"

"No.. She's not okay," my mother struggled to speak "she had a rough reaction. The doctors are looking at her right now"

"She's awake?" I worried.

"Yes, but-," her voice cracked a little "we don't know for how long it's going to last"

"Oh my god.." I said and sat down, reached my hands to my face and fought to prevent the tears from exploding out of my eyes.

Everything about sitting in the hospital - being there to pray for the life of my grandmother, it gave me a weird feeling. A new perspective of life. It made me think about how some people struggle to stay alive while others ruin theirs without knowing it. It made me think of how one second you're at home just to the other be on a gurney on your way to the hospital. Life was full of mysteries and I would never solve any of them. I had my own mystical issues that couldn't even be coped with.
I felt how the regret started eating me up alive, the thought of me and my grandmother losing two years of our relationship because we were both too stubborn to take the first step and talk it out made me pray harder about that she would be okay, that I would have more days to spend with her. That the last meeting we had wasn't the last one.

Okayyy guys! Here's another update (I know it was quick but the last chapter was so short.. This one is too but give me credit for updating one day after haha!) And also, we're getting closer and closer to the end of Victim.. Review!