HER.
SUMMARY: Mercedes rants about how Rachel ruined her life.
Her. She gets all the solos. Really, it's only because of her looks.
Her.
She stole my best friend when he'd just returned from leaving me…now it's like he never returned at all.
Her.
She stole my spotlight. She was center of attention, and everyone (save Santana) liked her now. They ignore me more than they ever have.
Her.
She made me feel dead inside. She made me not want to be here or anywhere for that matter. She killed my lively personality and replaced it with a cold, dead shell. A shell encasing a stone where a heart used to be. She made me say to myself, "if I'm dead inside, why not be physically dead, as well?"
Her.
She made me pop those painkillers. She made me do this. She practically murdered me, while saving me as well. From her.