All Alone

Chapter Twenty Four

Brittany was not looking forward to going to school today. Santana had been at the mental hospital for a whole day. Brittany planned to go visit her in the evening, but first there was school.

She slugged though it until there was finally Glee Club. She knew they would understand. Everyone at school knew that Santana tried to commit suicide somehow. Brittany had no idea how it had gotten out.

Everyone in the room hugged Brittany and whispered condolences but Brittany just went right to her seat, slumping down.

"Alright guys." Mr. Schuester sighed, void of his usual excitement. "We all know about Santana." He walked up to the board, selected a red dry erase marker and scribbled down her name, 'Santana.'

He turned back to the kids. "So I think she's our lesson plan for today. Let's sing songs for her or about her. Songs about grief and sadness or songs showing you'll support her."

Rachel's hand flew up. "Mr. Schue," she exclaimed excitedly. "Considering the fact that I have two gay dads, I too have felt the struggles of depression which qualifies me to go first-"

"Oh, just SHUT UP!" Brittany cried.

Everyone turned to stare at her but she was only looking at Rachel, seething.

"You have no idea what she was going through! Stop pretending you do just to get attention! Do you really think you know what it's like to want to die?!"

The tiny brunette looked down.

"Well do you?! No! You just want to go first and get all the attention! Stop pretending like you care about her or know what she was going through!" Now the blonde looked around at everyone. "All of you! Just stop! None of you know what it was like for her!"

"Brittany..." Rachel stuttered. "I..."

"What? You what?!"

"I'm sorry." The brunette looked down in shame.

"Whatever." Brittany grabbed her bag off her chair and stormed out of the room. Soon she was sprinting down the hall with tears streaming down her freckled face.

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"This is weird." Brittany whispered to herself, wiping her clammy hands on her jeans. She was in the mental hospital which looked just like a really big house to her. She had expected white walls and people screaming, but it was nothing like that in reality.

Finally she reached the room Santana was in. She knocked on the door tentatively.

The door swung open to reveal an extremely thin girl with pale, translucent skin, thin, scraggly red hair and gaunt eyes.

"Um, I think I may have the wrong room?" Brittany said with a furrowed brow.

"You're Brittany, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Santana's in there." She pointed behind her. "I'm Rebecca. Her roommate." With that the girl brushed passed the blonde and walked down the hall.

Brittany took a deep breath and peeked into Santana's room. It was simple, white paint on the walls, two desks, two beds, two small closets. There were a few posters on one of the bed's walls from Rebecca obviously.

Brittany looked at the other bed where she sat on her bed, her knees pulled to her chest, reading a book. It was hardcover and the jacket was torn off.

"S-Santana?"

The Latina looked up and gave a tiny smile. "Brittany. Hi."

Brittany sat carefully on the edge of the bed, facing Santana. "So... How... Are you?"

Santana chuckled quietly. "Never better."

The blonde smiled a tiny smile. "Um, so what's it like here?"

"Annoying." Santana said. "But it's okay. We aren't allowed to have phones or watch the news or read magazines cause it might damage us or something. That parts annoying. But the foods pretty good and there's a movie and TV room. There's a room for board games and we can play video games. I'm only allowed to play certain ones though."

"Why?"

"Some are a little violent and it might... "Trigger me" or something. But it's alright and Rebecca's pretty cool. We have group therapy and one on one therapy. My therapist is really nice. Her name is Alison. We call her Dr. Ali. But... It's not so bad... Yeah..."

Brittany nodded and there was an awkward silence.

Then Santana spoke up. "I'm really sorry, Brittany."

"For what?"

"For putting you through all this. You really don't deserve it. You're so nice and innocent and I'm just... Not." She shrugged.

"Oh, honey." Brittany reached forward and hugged the Latina tight. "I love you, okay? And I wouldn't be here if I cared about all that. I just care about you. A lot."

"Really?" She was tearing up.

"Of course! I just want you to get better. That's all I want, alright? And you will get better."

"Alright." Santana wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. "Wanna go watch White Chicks?"

Brittany chuckled. "Duh."

AN: Well I'm very ashamed of myself and do you know why? CAUSE I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER!!!! I'm so sorry! But here, here is your chapter and your hope! Love you all! Remember to comment, vote and share!

- G. Schreiber