She had always felt like an outsider.
Ever since she can remember.
From being 5 years old and wondering why nobody would speak to her.
To being in high school and everyone wanting to be seen with her.
She was a cheerio.
One of the best singers in glee.
People thought she was beautiful.
They thought she was confident.
Nobody knew about the vodka in her master cleanse cup.
Nobody knew about the scars on he wrist, hidden by her Nixon watch.
Nobody noticed the only times she made eye contact was when she was trying to intimidate people.
Nobody noticed her slipping away.
They all saw her how they wanted to.
The bitch.
The cheerleader.
The singer.
The lesbian.
They never saw her for what she was.
Scared.
Defensive.
Alone.
Desperate.
No one saw it coming.
She had tried to make them see.
They didn't question her when she stopped eating.
Quinn didn't notice the pleading in her eyes as she took the blondes slap.
Brittany didn't notice she had stopped talking, too interested in Artie.
Nobody noticed she skipped school that day.
She was sat in the bathroom.
She'd drank too much.
Cut too deep.
Her blood was thin from the alcohol.
Deep crimson life poured from her body.
At first she panicked as she felt herself weaken.
But then she smiled.
It was going to be over soon.
No more Brittany choosing boys over her.
No more Quinn slapping her when all she wanted was her best friend back.
No more sly comments about her sexuality.
No more expectations to be the perfect cheerleader.
The perfect student.
The perfect daughter.
The perfect weight.
No more false promises of friendships.
No more heartbreak.
No more pain.
Her eyes closed and a smile overtook her lips.
It will all be over soon.
Agh! More angst! Carry this on or leave it as a one shot?
Daisy x