Listening to a demo of I Dare To Dream from the upcoming musical Faustus. Who's singing it? The amazing princess Laura Osnes. Love. Her. So. Much. Those of you who read my story Crazy is Perfect know this first-hand! :) Anyway, this is kinda dark. I don't know why. Why do I love making a dark Rachel so much? I wish I knew… Anyway, just a one-shot. Thanks and enjoy.

She sits.

Alone.

The walls are dark:

Caving in all around her

Smaller, smaller…

And so.

Those that know her tale

Know this all too familiar woe.

And so.

She sits.

Alone.

Darkness. Black.

Always, only black.

The walls around her

(smaller, smaller…)

Come in closer.

She screams:

"Get away from me!"

But the walls

Disobey.

She wishes

She had tears left

To cry.

The girl was

Is dead.

Gone.

This girl is no one

She recognizes –

Alone.

(Those that know her tale

Know this all too familiar woe.)

She feels

Fire.

Sees it, too.

Wishes she

Could feel it's

Warmth

But she

Only feels it's

Heat.

"There is no cure,"

The 'doctors' say,

"For the mentally ill.

If only we could bend

Medicine to our will."

She knows

What this means.

(As she sits

In her corner

Alone.)

'Crazy', they could call her.

She wouldn't be surprised.

She knows they come to visit,

But refuses

To open

Her eyes.

Her eyes, you see –

Once were quite perfect.

(Brown and big and beautiful.)

She looks at the floor.

Grey. Stone-like.

This is only because

She refuses

To look

At the

Walls.

(The walls are dark:

Caving in all around her

Smaller, smaller…

And so.)

The walls,

She thinks,

Are beings of

Darkness.

They laugh;

Deep.

Echoing.

(Evilevil evil!)

In the days and nights…

(As she sits

In her corner

Alone.)

They

MOCK

Her.

She

SCREAMS

At them.

They

NEVER

Answer.

"Rachel…"

He runs in.

Of course.

"Rachel!"

He thinks he

Can stop the

Walls.

She wonders

If he

Can.

"Rachel.

Listen to

Me.

It's going to

Be

Okay."

She

Doubts

It.

"Rachel,"

He breathes:

"Look

At

Me."

She will not

Look.

If she

Looks,

She sees

Walls.

(As she sits

In her corner

Alone.)

"Its okay,"

He whimpers.

"We'll

Get through

This

Together."

There is no cure the 'doctors' say there is no cure the 'doctors' say…

(smaller, smaller…)

The walls are

SCREAMING

Again.

She

Just wants

SILENCE!

But oh, the

Walls

Scream.

Even in her head.

(As she sits

In her corner

Alone.)

She wonders, yet again…

Can he –

Can

Finn Hudson

Silence the

Walls…

Again, she

SCREAMS.

"Rachel,"

He whispers again.

"We'll

Get through

This

Together."

She will not

Look.

If she

Looks,

She sees

Walls.

So, she

Gazes

At

His

Eyes.

"There is

No cure…"

She suddenly

Says.

(The walls are dark:

Caving in all around her

Smaller, smaller…

And so.)

"I don't

Care,"

He

Takes her

Hand.

"I don't

Care,

You know."

She feels

Fire.

Sees it, too.

So glad she

Can finally feel it's

Warmth

And not

Only feels it's

Heat.

Finally,

she hears

The singing of

SILENCE!

She no longer sits.

Alone.

The walls are still dark:

But are no longer

Caving in all around her.

But are no longer

Smaller, smaller…

And so.