Lies don't Lie

The Catastrophe

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I wanted to yell, I wanted to cry, I wanted to just disappear but everything seems to be useless if I’d do any of that. Nobody said a word, they were just staring at me with those big eyes like they know something is up. Tears ceased from falling yet the thoughts that has been running inside my head is endless.

This is not happening.

The bouquet of flowers around my trembling fingers fell creating an almost explosive sound when it met the tiled floor, my chest seemed to stop beating when I found myself staring at the bouquet of flowers Puck was holding, it was Santana’s. She should be holding this, she should be here right beside me, she should be as nervous as I am, she should be here. For a second I tried to close my eyes, this is just unbelievable, this shouldn’t be happening. And when I flutter my eyes open, it just hit me. The blood on Santana’s bunch of flowers, this isn’t real.

My fingers were unbelievably shaking as I placed it by my forehead, everything is just going so fast, I can’t cope up. I need Santana to just appear from that door saying that the wedding is on, that it’s about to happen, saying that everything is going to be okay.

“Britt.” Quinn’s voice came out like a whisper when it reached my ear. The hammering inside my chest is extraordinarily tight, I don’t think I can even breathe.

What happened to her this time? For the second time was she scared? I wanted to believe that silly thing I used to think back in the day that she just went on one of the bathroom stalls and she’ll be out after a minute or two. I wanted to just see her right now, I wanted to ask her why did she leave me in the first place? And right now, why isn’t she here? Why is the world doing this? Or fate? I don’t know! Life is being so unfair or Santana is. I don’t know what to exactly think or blame right now. The blood, where did it came from? Why is Puck holding one of the things that she should be holding? Why isn’t she here?

Why?

“Brittany!” I heard Quinn’s and Pucks fading voices called my name, it was almost deafening, it was echoing inside my ear along with the pounding of my chest. The last thing I know is that I have to find Santana, I have to see her. My feet were heavier than of the problems I’m carrying on my shoulder yet I can’t bring myself to care, I felt numb, I feel like floating and flying at the same time I feel nothing but the cold summer air whipping on either side of my face, the whirring of air inside my ear there’s nothing that’ll make me care any less right now.

I can hear people swearing as I continued running, letting my feet drag me anywhere, there’s the relentless honking behind me yet I just continued running for dear life, yes it was indeed my life I’m definitely running for. It was Santana for God sake.

I have no idea as to where I was going, I was like a piece of leaf going along with the trashing space. No direction to go, no place to land. I hate this feeling, this was the exact sensation I felt that moment she left me, all this time I thought I already forgot about that, about her leaving me in our wedding, but right now it’s all flashing back like it was just the same day. My heart is scorching to its depth of pain, I felt like flying and falling at the same time, it was dreamlike if you’ll ask me. God, oh how I wish this was just a dream that after a minute I’ll be hit by a car and I’m back to reality.

I wish it could be that easy. And it’s not.

“Miss?” I’m not so sure for how long did I run and run until I reached this busy place. People were running for dear life, wailing of the ambulance gone my ears, the hitting of lights hit just right making me squirm in my place. I unconsciously shook my head and eyed this man, a green eyed man in a green suit.

“Miss?” he repeated and he was about to hold my shoulder but I immediately pulled away. He mumbled a little sorry keeping his hand away from me. “Are you okay?” he asked a little worried, his brows furrowing and I found myself burning under his soft gaze.