" women have been damned
to be one of two things; she's either
the damsel in distress
or the wicked witch.
take a guess which one I've become. "
{Quinn Fabray x Fem!OC}
{season 2 - TBD}
{slow burn/enemies to lovers}
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The week following winter break—Faye's presence was noticeably absent in the halls of McKinley High. It wouldn't have been so prevalent if it weren't for the redhead's sudden radio silence.
Many members of the New Directions had sent out concerned messages to the missing girl, asking her questions that remained left unanswered. They questioned the reason for her absence, if she was alright, and when (or if) she was coming back.
Worry set in when a few of the teenagers went to the Hastings household, only to be politely turned away with a tight smile from Sabrina Hastings. The redheaded woman claiming that her daughter was too unwell to see anyone.
It wasn't necessarily a lie. Faye wasn't well.
A familiar ache in her body caused such pain that she felt rooted in her bed, unmoving. A whip of anger would painfully chip another piece of her heart with every thought of the love confession.
Everything had shifted from under her. All of the time she spent trying to better herself, all of the hard work to overcome the pain of her past—it didn't mean anything anymore. She was yanked from her stable ground and dragged back to the cold, rippling waters of her past. Its forceful pull attempted to sink her beneath the water's surface as it tried to drown her.
And she was letting it.
The fear of relapsing into the angers control froze her from moving in any direction, stopping her from fighting for her life. The demons of her past had revealed themselves with a layered smile, whispering the words they knew she once longed for.
Julia's face had reintroduced itself into Faye's nightmares, asking for forgiveness as it twisted the knife in her heart. The redhead would awake from her slumber with a tear-soaked face and a straining in her soul.
It wasn't long after—that the numbness seeped in, attempting to protect the heart before it truly caved in on itself. That's how Faye was able to step into the halls of McKinley High after a week of being gone. She appeared with no smile, no color surrounding her.
She wasn't alive; she was just living. She moved similarly to a ghost—floating through the rooms with no expression or purpose.
Kurt watched as his best friend would walk into their shared classroom and lie her head on the desk. Not listening to the lecture being spewed by the teacher. She wouldn't even lift her head when the teacher would pass out assignments. The papers would collect at the corner of the desk, untouched and unnoticed. When the bell would ring, she'd merely stand up, gather her things, and walk to the next class.
It worried a lot of the members of the glee club. The Hummel boy watched the redhead closely, waiting for any movement, but she sat perfectly and concerningly still.
