Past Mistake

*Chapter 1*: Time Warp

This first chapter is a bit short, but the rest will be quite a bit longer.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Glee characters or any of the songs that might pop up.
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Rachel groaned into her pillow as her alarm obnoxiously buzzed beside her head. She reached out and slammed her hand onto the snooze button, effectively stopping the noise. After a few moments, Rachel opened her eyes and blinked a few times as she stared at the clock.

Six a.m.? She didn't even remember setting her alarm and she definitely didn't remember setting it for so early. She hadn't been up this early since she was in school. Instead of dwelling on it, she closed her eyes again and hoped sleep would come, but she eventually resigned herself to the fact that she wouldn't be falling back asleep anytime soon.

Plus she really had to pee.
After stubbing her toe on a piece of furniture that she didn't even know was there and running face first into a wall, she finally felt her way to the bathroom door and flicked on the light, flinching when the brightness hit her eyes. As soon as her eyes adjusted, she stopped in her tracks and stared wide-eyed into the mirror.

What? How? What?

She frantically looked into the mirror and then whipped her head around, looking around the bathroom, before turning back to stare at her reflection.

A dream; this has to be a dream.
She pinched her arm and felt pain, but nothing else. After a few seconds, Rachel screamed at the top of her lungs. The sound of her scream was still echoing around the bathroom when she heard heavy steps coming up the stairs followed by an urgent knock on the door.

"Rach, honey, are you okay?"

When she didn't answer, her bedroom door was opened, the light was turned on, and her father appeared in the bathroom doorway looking expectantly at her.

Rachel's breath hitched.

"Daddy," she whispered, looking up into the mirror and seeing his reflection.

"You screamed," he stated as he stared at her with a frown on his face.

"There was a spider," Rachel lied, snapping out of her daze and throwing her arms around him. He laughed deeply.

"Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Rachel nodded as she backed away from him.

"Yes."

He glanced at the clock. "A bit behind on your routine, aren't you?"

"Ye...yeah," Rachel stammered out.

"Well, you don't want to be late for the first day of your senior year!" he said brightly.

"Senior year," Rachel whispered to herself, her eyes wide.

Oh. My. God.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He put his hand to her forehead and looked at her in concern.

"I'm fine, Daddy," she answered, batting his hand away.

"I should really get ready, though. Wouldn't want to be late, would I?"

She was trying to act as normal as possible, but she felt like her heart was about to pound out of her chest and she was having trouble breathing properly. It simultaneously felt like something was squeezing her chest and like something was trying to escape from it. It was not a pleasant feeling.

Her daddy nodded at her, but Rachel could tell he didn't really believe her when she said she was fine.

"I'll leave you to it."

He walked to the door and with one last glance, closed it, leaving Rachel alone in the room.
She looked around at the light yellow walls and white furniture—the room she hadn't be in for years.