Drowning in her tears
Her eyes were open but there was nothing to be seen in her room. She rolled over to her nightstand and tugged on her light exposing her room.
The room that brought a smile to her face had been destroyed; different colors splattered the walls. The unique collectors Broadway poster laid in the dumpster along with other belonging of the girl. Her clothes that she took pride in were put in the trash too. Her perfect white bed has scratches and blood stains alongside of it.
Rolling off of her bed, she lands on her carpet. Her sheets fall around her as she rips open her drawls and spills out the materials inside. When all of her belonging were on the floor she dug through the pile and spotted what she was looking for.
A smile formed on her lips without recognition. The cap of the bottle was on the floor and the contents were emptied into her hand. Popping a couple pills in her mouth she swallows her "happy pills" and chugs the rest of her old water on her dresser. The sheets pooled around her body as she fell against her bed. She closed her eyes tightly and steadied her fast beating heart rate. The next day would be her first day of school, as a senior and the girl was a not a tad bit excited at all.
When she woke up from the floor the sun was shining in the opposite window, the wrong window. Moaning when she lifted her body from the floor she made her way to her bathroom. The mirror was her enemy, she hated it. A couple weeks ago she punched it making the mirror shatter but the pieces were still in place. Her hand was her reminder of what she did; the color of her hand was black with a mixture of other colors and scabs lined her knuckles. After splashing her face with the cold water from her faucet she turned right around and fell back to bed. As she did so her clock read 1:00 pm, she cussed and dozed back to bed.
When she woke again the sun was completely gone and the moon replaced it. Rachel sighed as she got up from her bed; she took the sheet from the floor and covered her cold body. It wasn't until another couple hours until she finally got her ass out of her bed. Stripping her clothes in her room she steps into her bathroom and turns on the shower. Steam starts to raise from behind the shower curtain and Rachel steps into the awaiting shower.
By the time she steps out of the bathroom she wasted away an hour and a half. Stepping to her closet Rachel starts to go through her clothes lying in the corner of the closet. Picking out a suitable outfit that described her was done, now she looked at herself in the small mirror behind her door. Nodding as an approval of her outfit she stumbles downstairs. She passes the candles that line her stairs and walks to the kitchen. Her cabinets don't contain much but cereal and cereal. Rachel pours herself a bowl and eats her meal.
The sun becomes notable so Rachel steps out of her shell that she calls her house. When she exits her house her hair becomes cold then her whole body. As Rachel continues walking she sees cars pass that head to the high school. Then the SUV that Kurt got from his father pulls into the parking lot. The Glee kids pile out and hang around the vehicle as Rachel continues to the school building. The warm heat from the school gives Rachel a chill. She passes the teenagers in the hallway and goes right to the auditourm. The warning bell rings and Rachel stays put in the chairs that Face stage.
Rachel reaches down to into her pocket and pulls out a sleeping pill and swallows it down. By the time the next bell rings she is out.
The sound of furniture wakes Rachel from her sleep. The lights of the stage grow brighter shinning down on the people surrounding the stage. She pulls herself up and watches the group from the back rows of the seats.
"Where do you suppose Rachel is?" someone says.
"I have no idea, but it's nice not to have a diva constantly up your ass about glee club." Another person says.
"Nice? It's freaking vacation!" the voice is definitely Santana's.
"I don't know, but I am going over to her house afterschool to make sure she's alive," Kurt says with Blaine by his side.
"Have you heard from her Finn?"
"No." he responds simply.
Rachel rolls her eyes at all of them and grabs her jacket as she stumbles out of the theater. Walking though the empty hallway she exits the building and heads to the football field, there was still one more class left then after that Rachel was booking it out of there. Heading to couch that was placed under the bleacher; Rachel turned the corner and bumped into someone.
"Rachel?" the soft spoken voice asked.
"Quinn?" Rachel grumbled back.
"What are you doing here?" behind the blond, now pink, head, was three other girls with cigarettes in her hands.
"I came to take a nap." Rachel pushed by Quinn and plopped down on the beaten up couch.
The tall brunette stepped up, "Oh no you don't! This place is for cool people, not losers who don't want to go to class."
Rachel rolls over and says, "Says the person who's holding their cigarette wrong." Rachel challenges her and swipes the cigarette from her. The other girl who was wearing jeans coughed when she inhaled the smoke. "You got to be kidding me?" Rachel asks as she blows out the smoke from her mouth. "You're all a bunch of posers!" she says to them all and raises an eyebrow to Quinn who looks to the field where the cheerleaders filtered onto.
Rachel cranes her neck to see two cheerleaders walking to the fence that blocked that side from under the bleachers. Rachel grunts and closes her eyes.
"Q!" the Latina yells out.
Quinn walks over to the cheerleader.
"What are you doing here Santana?"
Brittney looks at Quinn from head to toe with a confused look. "Quinn are you a lesbian?" Brittney asks.
Quinn sends Bitt and bitter look that Santana notices. "No, Britt, I'm not a lesbian."
Rachel bits her lip as she tries to contain her laugh. But soon the laughter enters the air and the cheerleaders look to see the missing Jewish girl.
"Berry!" Santana turns and places and hand on her hip. "What the hell?"
Rachel lazily gets off the couch and stands. "Can't a person get any sleep around here?" Rachel pulls up her jacket and strides to the exit.
"It's a school, you can't sleep." The black one says.
Rachel looks over her shoulder at the three now sitting on the couch. "Oh my god." Rachel mumbles as she walks away from them all.
I know that there are tons of these broken Rachel stories out there but oh well.
This chapter is just to get a feeling of how Rachel's attitude is. tell me how it is.
