FIRST ♫ ( VIDEO ).
[ when the PCD clicks on, it shows a blonde teenager in a red and white cheerleading uniform, trying her best not to cry. that was supposed to be over, the tears being something she left behind with that part of her she shed while she was working off all that weight over the summer after giving birth to beth. she was less hormonal, less prone to crying -- but what else was someone supposed to do in a situation like this but cry? be angry, for one. quinn wanted to be angry, wanted to stomp her foot and cross her arms over her chest, make demands and issue threats to whoever was responsible for bringing her here, but she was too scared to speak up like that. as brazen as quinn fabray was capable of being, not even she could find it in her to stand up to whoever had abducted her from school and dumped her in this place. ]
...it's like some sort of dump. [ she wraps her arms around herself and kicks at a rock, voice breaking as she imagines why she was brought here and what they were going to do to her. ] Just another story on Dateline. That's all I'll be. Quinn Fabray: She could've been prom queen, but was unfortunately murdered and tossed in a dumpster behind Breadstix.
At least I'll be remembered. [ that brings forth the tears she's been holding back, and she covers her face with her hands in attempt to conceal them. she's afraid, more afraid than she's ever been in her life. quinn knows she's been horrible to a lot of people and karma's been out to get her for a while now, but hasn't she been through enough already? who would do this to her? ]
This year was supposed to be my year, not some lame horror movie. [ sniffle. ] God, why is this happening to me?
[ wrapping her hand around the tiny cross that hung from her neck, quinn closes her eyes and begins to silently pray for things to turn out okay. ]
...it's like some sort of dump. [ she wraps her arms around herself and kicks at a rock, voice breaking as she imagines why she was brought here and what they were going to do to her. ] Just another story on Dateline. That's all I'll be. Quinn Fabray: She could've been prom queen, but was unfortunately murdered and tossed in a dumpster behind Breadstix.
At least I'll be remembered. [ that brings forth the tears she's been holding back, and she covers her face with her hands in attempt to conceal them. she's afraid, more afraid than she's ever been in her life. quinn knows she's been horrible to a lot of people and karma's been out to get her for a while now, but hasn't she been through enough already? who would do this to her? ]
This year was supposed to be my year, not some lame horror movie. [ sniffle. ] God, why is this happening to me?
[ wrapping her hand around the tiny cross that hung from her neck, quinn closes her eyes and begins to silently pray for things to turn out okay. ]