oo1 -- [holo] / [sanctuary] set me free why don't you baby.
Quinn Fabray had been heading for the girl’s washroom. Bladder control issues were probably one of the worst things about being pregnant. She constantly had to excuse herself from class to go to the washroom. At first she could feel the eyes of her classmates on her whenever she got up. Their stares burning into the back of her head. She didn’t even want to know what they were thinking about her. But now no one looked. No one paid any attention when Quinn got up and excused herself. No one paid attention to her in the halls, it was like she had disappeared off the face of the earth. Quinn Fabray had gone from being queen bee, to the laughing stock of the school, to a complete and utter nobody.
This time she didn’t really need to use the washroom, she just wanted a few moments alone. She sat in a stall and cried. She blamed the hormones, because Quinn Fabray wasn’t the sort to let these things bother her. At least that’s what she told herself, and that’s what she was going to keep telling herself. Besides, it wasn’t like she had anyone anyways. Her parents had abandoned her, she had lost Finn, Puck was more concerned with getting into the pants of every other girl at school, he had said he wanted to be with her - but Quinn didn’t believe him. She knew Puck far too well to believe he could stay true to her. Then there was Santana and Brittany, were they even really her friends?
"Pull yourself together Quinn," Quinn muttered to herself, sniffing. "You’re Quinn Fabray, you used to rule this school. All the guys wanted you, all the girls wanted to be you…" her voice trailed off, and she swallowed hard. "Oh my God. Who am I even kidding?"
Quinn Fabray wasn’t just invisible. She was alone - completely and utterly alone, asides from the tiny life growing inside her - a life she really didn’t want anything to do with.
After what felt like hours Quinn pulled at the roll of toilet paper and wiped her face with a piece of it. Then she stood up and left the stall, and when she did, she almost screamed.
She wasn’t in the girl’s washroom anymore. She was in a room she had never seen before. She was standing on the middle of a platform in a metallic room - it looked like something out of a movie. Was this the hormones? Was she going insane? For a few minutes all she could do was stand there, completely and utterly frozen.
Quinn was terrified. What if this was some sick, psycho clinic or something? She remembered the horror movie Santana had convinced her to see, where they kidnapped pregnant girls and cut them open and stole their babies. Her hands went over her stomach and her mouth opened in a silent scream - her stomach was flat. She ran her hands over her stomach, it was definitely flat, there was no baby bump - nothing at all. …had someone stolen her baby?
"God," she whispered, fingering the cross around her neck. "If you’re listening to me right now. Look, I know I’ve messed up - a lot. But please just help me. Whatever is going on…help me."
She was supped to be the one who had it all together, despite being both pregnant and invisible. She was Quinn Fabray, she used to rule the school, she was the queen bee - she could survive this. Whatever this was.
Her baby was gone, her baby was gone…her baby was gone.
Her eyes opened, fear was getting the better of her. Quinn screamed, pulling at the silver band around her wrist again.
"Hello?!" she yelled, going to the walls and banging on them. "Where is she?! Where is my daughter?! What do you want with me?!"
Quinn fell back against the platform, and sat down. Maybe this was punishment. Maybe God was punishing her for cheating on Finn and getting pregnant. Maybe it was punishment for drawing pornographic pictures of Rachel and calling her ‘treasure trail.’ Her eyes filled up with tears.
"Please," her voice was barely over a whisper, tears were falling down her face. "Please, oh God, please let me out."
Her hands went back down her stomach and she looked at it. It looked alien to her. She had wanted to have a flat stomach, to not be pregnant for such a long time. Being pregnant had ruined everything, but now…
Quinn buried her face into her hands and began to sob.
This time she didn’t really need to use the washroom, she just wanted a few moments alone. She sat in a stall and cried. She blamed the hormones, because Quinn Fabray wasn’t the sort to let these things bother her. At least that’s what she told herself, and that’s what she was going to keep telling herself. Besides, it wasn’t like she had anyone anyways. Her parents had abandoned her, she had lost Finn, Puck was more concerned with getting into the pants of every other girl at school, he had said he wanted to be with her - but Quinn didn’t believe him. She knew Puck far too well to believe he could stay true to her. Then there was Santana and Brittany, were they even really her friends?
"Pull yourself together Quinn," Quinn muttered to herself, sniffing. "You’re Quinn Fabray, you used to rule this school. All the guys wanted you, all the girls wanted to be you…" her voice trailed off, and she swallowed hard. "Oh my God. Who am I even kidding?"
Quinn Fabray wasn’t just invisible. She was alone - completely and utterly alone, asides from the tiny life growing inside her - a life she really didn’t want anything to do with.
After what felt like hours Quinn pulled at the roll of toilet paper and wiped her face with a piece of it. Then she stood up and left the stall, and when she did, she almost screamed.
She wasn’t in the girl’s washroom anymore. She was in a room she had never seen before. She was standing on the middle of a platform in a metallic room - it looked like something out of a movie. Was this the hormones? Was she going insane? For a few minutes all she could do was stand there, completely and utterly frozen.
Quinn was terrified. What if this was some sick, psycho clinic or something? She remembered the horror movie Santana had convinced her to see, where they kidnapped pregnant girls and cut them open and stole their babies. Her hands went over her stomach and her mouth opened in a silent scream - her stomach was flat. She ran her hands over her stomach, it was definitely flat, there was no baby bump - nothing at all. …had someone stolen her baby?
"God," she whispered, fingering the cross around her neck. "If you’re listening to me right now. Look, I know I’ve messed up - a lot. But please just help me. Whatever is going on…help me."
She was supped to be the one who had it all together, despite being both pregnant and invisible. She was Quinn Fabray, she used to rule the school, she was the queen bee - she could survive this. Whatever this was.
Her baby was gone, her baby was gone…her baby was gone.
Her eyes opened, fear was getting the better of her. Quinn screamed, pulling at the silver band around her wrist again.
"Hello?!" she yelled, going to the walls and banging on them. "Where is she?! Where is my daughter?! What do you want with me?!"
Quinn fell back against the platform, and sat down. Maybe this was punishment. Maybe God was punishing her for cheating on Finn and getting pregnant. Maybe it was punishment for drawing pornographic pictures of Rachel and calling her ‘treasure trail.’ Her eyes filled up with tears.
"Please," her voice was barely over a whisper, tears were falling down her face. "Please, oh God, please let me out."
Her hands went back down her stomach and she looked at it. It looked alien to her. She had wanted to have a flat stomach, to not be pregnant for such a long time. Being pregnant had ruined everything, but now…
Quinn buried her face into her hands and began to sob.