The Sad Truth

Chapter Two

All night,

I stayed up all night. Again. My dads hate it when I do that. But I couldn't go back to sleep not after I cleaned up my fresh cuts. They know about New York, but they don't know about my cutting.

I started doing it right after the New York incident. My dads gave me a journal to write down my feelings and struggles. I said no to therapy so that's what they ended up doing. Getting me a book to write my feelings to help. What a joke. I use it just to please them, but they're not allowed to read it. So it's more like a diary.

It's time for school, but I can't go, at least I don't want to. Everyone hates me, for no reason. My only friend is my teacher Mr.Schue, and I'm pretty sure even he gets tired of me. That or he just feels sorry for me.

No one knows about New York, except my dads. I begged them not to tell the school. And they didn't. So I'm good, sort of.

I pull down my black hoodie, and head out the door to hell, I mean school.

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"Oh look it's a little troll"

Quinn Fabray laughs, along with her little trolls, Santana and Britney. Of course, they're holding slushies.

"Please, not today Quinn" I mumble

I am so not in the mood to change out of my hoodie.

"I'm sorry, but did we ask?" Quinn asked "Oh wait, no we didn't"

With that, they throw all three slushies on me. Oh great

"Look now she looks less repulsive" Santana laughs

The three girls walk away laughing. I stand in the middle of the hallway soaked in red dye number seven. No one helps, they just point and laugh. As usual.

The only person who helps is Kurt, but I don't see him. He's kind of a friend, but he's more of Mercedes, bff. Then the unexpected happens,

"Here, let me help you"

I blink really fast, so it doesn't burn as bad, but I can't see who it is. I just feel someone pull me into the bathroom. After running water, I take a wet paper towel from them and clean my face.

I see the schools most well known, popular, quarterback, Finn Hudson. I'm so confused, his friends are usually the ones throwing the slushies, and now he's helping me? Why?What does he have to gain from me, the weak nobody who lets his girlfriend hand her ass to her.

"Why are you helping me?" I ask confused
"Because you looked like you needed a friend" he said simply
"Well thanks, I guess" I say cleaning up
"I'm sorry you got slushied, that must be painful" he said sincere
"It is, but now that you've done charity work, you can go " I say harsh

I don't know why, but I get so defensive, I don't mean to, I just do,

"You're not charity work" he says
"Then why are you being so nice? Huh? What's in it for you?" I ask
"I just wanted to help ok, don't take it so negative, haven't you had someone help before?"

Somebody help!!!!

"No" I whisper

I almost start crying just thinking of that night.

"Well from now on, I'll help you" Finn stated

I just look at him

"Won't your girlfriend, cut your balls off for talking to me?" I ask plainly

He turns pink from my terminology. It just slipped out, didn't mean to embarrass him. He clears his throat and straightens up

"No, but she'll probably yell, but I think i can handle her" he clears up

I just nod my head. It's strange. Someone being nice. It's awfully quiet in the girls bathroom, then I realize,

"So you're fine helping me, and in exchange missing third period?" I ask

He leans against the sink with his arms crossed, but the counter is wet so he slips and falls. I hold in a laugh and cover my mouth. I haven't even smiled in months. So this, this is new.

Finn stands up quickly turning bright red, I hold in my laughter and just smile and walk up to him,

"Are you ok?" I ask
"Me? Oh yeah, totally" he assures, as if he didn't just fall on his face
"Come on clumsy" I say walking out

He follows me behind and I just smile. Something I haven't done in a long time.