Everyone Has Demons

Chapter 2

**I don't own Glee or it's characters**

Chapter 2

She made her way to her locker. She was trying a new look aside from the sweats. She was wearing a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, black converse high tops, and a red v-neck. She kept her head down as she came upon her locker. 13-24-15.

She swung open the door, grabbing a few books and a handful of money. She looked around to see if anyone was watching and you quickly adverted your eyes. The moment you felt her eyes gone you look back in her direction, watching her close her locker and walk towards the back of the school. Drugs.

You sighed and closed your locker. It was time for glee practice so you used that excuse to you advantage. Glee club. You hated it there without her, but you kept going. You barely sang and you just swayed in the background with Tina and Lauren. You couldn't help but think of her and things that related to her while in that room.

Today in particular, you recited a speech in your head about why you could bring yourself to talk to her. "I can't look her in the eyes knowing that I could have stopped all of this from happening, plus if I talk to her it'll bring down my rep". You internally punched yourself in the face for the last part of that sentence.

You sighed as you exited the choir room and went to English. It was the one class you had with her. She was rarely there and when she was there you just stared at her, going over things you wish you could say. 'I'm in love with you'.

She wasn't there today. Instead of paying attention, you found yourself hung up in bad things that could have happened to her. 'Over dose'. White knuckles and clenched jaw. That was your appearance during that class.

Luckily you saw her after history. You saw her in the lunch room, in the back, with her friends. The stoners. You can't talk to her now. Hey, who are you kidding? You wouldn't of talked to her anyways. You are doing fine with the act of you nothing giving a fuck. Except you do care.

You sit down with the jocks and Cheerios, mindlessly chatting about anything. You can't stop you're mind from drifting to her every few minutes. You quickly put on a poker face and shake it off. You finish lunch and go to your locker only to find... Quinn Fabray.

You have no idea how you got to breadstix with Quinn across from you going on and on about something you could give less of a shit about. You just smile, nod, and poke at your food. 'Depressed'. Your head quickly shoots up at her asking if you're depressed.

You deny it and tell her you're just tired. You're not depressed are you? No, you're not. You just miss her. You miss her smile, her voice, the skip in her step, and the giggle to her laugh. You miss the glances you both used to steal with one another. You miss her.

You go home and do what you do every night. Drink until you having no feeling. No indication in her mind that you're in love with a certain brunette, train wreck. No indication that you lost her. No indication that'll you'll probably get married to Quinn, have kids, grow unhappy, get a divorce, end up back at your moms, and die alone. You drink all that away. You pass out drunk.

**A/N: OMG long time no see. How was it? Review my lovelys**