Yeah...somehow this happened from [3rd person omniscient: conflict: pill bottle]. Still not sure if it's written right, but i like it. Finn lovers, Finn is shown in a bad light. If you feel you can't handle that, please hit the back button. Again, please review, whether you like it or not. And enjoy :-D

She sat on her bed looking at the bottle. She turned it over and over in her hand, thinking, "Just one. All I need is one." She slowly opened the bottle and poured all the Vicodin onto the bed. She rolled one around in her hand before slowly popping into her mouth. Then another. And another. Being a star takes it tolls. She only does it for the minute rush before her whole body melts into the floor. She heard the front door slam and quickly gathered all the pills and put them back in the bottle…but not before he walked in.

Silence.

He began to yell, saying how he told her to quit. She said that she needed them to unwind and relax. The same argument had been had over and over for the past 3 months, usually ending with him flushing them down the toilet, and her going and getting more. This leads to physical fighting, with him smacking her around the apartment, which leads to her downing more pills. It got to the point where the dosage was upped just to stop the uncontrollable throbbing that resided in her chest. The lie soon followed, I fell down the stairs, even though they live on the first floor; I'm just tripped and fell, even though she is a dancer and light on her feet, I was trying out something new for dinner last night and I accidentally leaned against the stove, even though she can't cook to save her life. More fights, more pain, more pills.

Then one night everything changed. April 14, 2013, the day she died. She came home from a strenuous day, and her allergies had been acting up, so she took a Benadryl to ease them just as he came in the door. In a rage, he grabbed every medication and shoved it down her throat. She cried, begged him to stop, but they fell on deaf ears. The more she cried, the more he forced every pill down her throat. She ran to the top of the building before the overabundance of medication took it effect. Woozy, she tried to get her phone and call 911. After misdialing several times, she got through. Thinking she was going to report him, he pushed her over the edge, where she fell. Minutes later, the police came and took him away. He was never seen or heard from again.

That day is a day that will go down infamy. The day that the world lost its greatest star, whether from drugs or a broken body. The world lost Rachel Barbra Berry.