Ugly. Ugly. Ugly.

Those were the words repeating in her head as Quinn Fabray stood in front of the mirror.

It was true that all of her life Quinn had been told she was pretty. Beautiful, in fact. But the simple fact was, when Quinn saw herself she didn't see beauty, but something almost horrific.

Her eyes, her most complemented feature, looked like a boggy swamp, her blonde hair was stringy, her skin uneven, her teeth crooked, her body covered in ugly stretch marks, and that's not even starting on her personality.

To Quinn Fabray, she was a monster.

Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.

Thoughts of how she acted towards people shot through her mind. How she acted toward Rachael, sabotaging her, slapping her at prom, calling her awful names and making her life hell. How she had hated her, wanted her, and gave up on her.

How she had acted toward Finn. Manipulating him, caused him pain, kept both of them from good relationships.

How she had acted towards Sam, Puck, Santana, everyone. She was an awful person to everyone.

Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting.

Quinn lifted her green eyes, leaking tears, to her reflection in the mirror. She was disgusting.

Worthless. Worthless. Worthless.

Sobs slipped out her mouth. She willed the voice in her head to stop.

Stop. Please. I don't want to hate myself.

No. Worthless. Worthless. Worthl-

The endless taunts in her head came to a brief halt as Quinn's hand crashed into her bathroom's mirror, before starting up again full force, louder this time.

Worthless. Worthless. Worthless.

Die. Die. Die.

Shaking, Quinn lifted her injured hand, trying to move her trembling finger to pick the glass out and throw it into the sink with the other bloody shards.

Come on Quinn. What are you living for anyway? No one loves you. You don't deserve to be loved. You might as well die. Die. Die.

Quinn rushed down the hall into her room, snatching up her medicine prescription and tossing a few into her mouth. It was over double her normal dose, but she didn't care, she just wanted the voices the stop. She just wanted to stop hating herself for one brief moment.

Quinn settled onto her bed with a content sigh, nuzzling into her pillow as the voices started to fade and a fog started to brain.

I hope I wake up, she though hazily.

But then again she wondered. Would it really matter?