I don't know how I came up with this but its like super short and kinda weird… just Read and Review… this is a prologue of some sort I just really wanna see if anyone wants me to continue

Disclaimer: Sadly Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy

In freshmen year she timed how long it took to walk the short four miles to her house. 38 minutes if she dragged her feet, 32 minutes if she walked at normal speed and 25 minutes if she ran. On November 30th 2011 in that short 38 minutes Quinn Fabray went missing.

She woke up in small dark room and her head was pounding, she blinked and rubbed her eyes moving her hands around trying to find something solid but she found nothing. She sat up and rubbed her temple trying to get the headache to go away she quickly pulled her hands away noticing that they were wet and sticky. She brought her fingers to her lips and tasted the metallic flavor of blood she gasped as pain shot through her body laying back down she closed her eyes and let her body slip back into unconsciousness.

The next time she awoke the smallest glimmer of light was seeping through the bars on the window. She squinted against the sun and remembered the events from yesterday, or last night or two days ago. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious or how long she had been missing, she wondered if anyone was looking for her, she wondered if anyone cared but she shook her head trying not to think about that. She needed to figure out why she was locked up and she needed to find out soon or she wouldn't survive. No. She shook her head. This wasn't happening. She brought her knees to her chest ignoring the pain racing up and down her limbs and since the first time she got there she cried.