AN: This is actually the very first fan-fiction I ever wrote. I had it up on the site about three years ago under a different pen name, and never finished it. But ever since it's been bugging me that I never carried it on as I seemed to get a pretty good response from it. The trouble was I wrote to many characters into it, and end up totally confused with what was going on. Where the original had the whole glee club and Shelby scripted in, this new re-edited version, will focus a lot more on the "Faberry" aspect as that's what we all want to read about!

So without further a-do the new and hopefully improved chapter one!

Disclaimer: I don't own glee or any of its characters... I'm simply borrowing them and adding a small amount of artistic license.

Deep within the Corners of my Mind

Rachel felt the Warm blood seep onto her fingers as her hand instinctively went to the wound in her side causing her breath to stop. What the hell had just happened? Why could the petite brunette feel pain & blood on her right hand side, why was there a strange smell of gun powder hanging in the air? Why was Joseph, the guy had been pretty much following her for near over nine months stood in front of her with a small black Pistol?

The reality hit hard and Rachel felt her legs give way underneath her, her body sliding down the wall behind.

"This is your fault" Joseph spat as he ran one of his hands through his greasy hair. "Why wouldn't you just listen, I only wanted you to be quite, you've made me do this".

As panic surged through his body, Joseph spun on his heel as his fight or flight instinct overtook. Heading towards the dressing room door, he shut his eyes momentarily trying to rid the image of Rachel's deflated body from his mind.

Before he had chance to grasp the door's handle the door flung open knocking him off balance, causing the gun to fall out of his hand and slide across the floor as the theatre's security stormed in.

Rachel lay there helplessly watching the scene unfold as one of the guards grabbed Joseph into a headlock and wrestled him to the ground.

"Miss Berry can you hear me" another security guy said as he raced over to her

Rachel tried to focus on the bold headed man, who was now stood in front of her, but everything was blurred in front of her glazed brown eyes and the pain burned worse.

Letting out a small cry as the guard gently moved her hand away from the wound to assess the damage, Rachel was certain she was going to die.

"Shit!" was the only thing the man could say as he saw the deep gash and the pool of dark blood on the floor beside Rachel's body. "Someone call an ambulance now" he shouted.

"It's gonna be okay Miss berry just hang on in there" he said trying to reassure her. He could see her huge brown eyes straining to keep open, the fear reaching out at him every time her eye lids flicked back open.

Chuck hadn't been in the job long, and after today he didn't think he would be in it much longer. How had his team let this happen? How had some psycho managed to get through to the back stage area with a gun? The guilt flowed through him as he realised if anything happened to the brunette, He'd hold himself personally responsible.

How was it probable, that things could take such a drastic turn in such a short space of time? Chuck couldn't help but think how only a few minutes ago this young beautiful woman was stood on the stage giving the performance of her life, receiving a standing ovation and now her she was, the life slowing draining away.

Feeling the guard apply more pressure to her side, Rachel was unable to hold back the moan which escaped her paling lips as execrating pain shot through her body. Her mind racing with fear, "please don't let me die please" she begged.

Joseph was pinned down his face smashed into the floor, as the other security guard finally tackled him flat to the ground.

"Get the fuck off me" he shouted but the guard only applied more pressure to the twisted arm above his back. "AARRHH" he moaned as pain shot into his shoulder, and his nose gave a sickening crack.

He couldn't quite believe what he had done. He'd shot her, he'd shot the love of his life, the only thing that made his day worth living for, he'd shot Rachel Berry. But it wasn't Sadness he felt, it was hot raging anger why hadn't the stupid Bitch just listened to him, he thought.

I could have made her life so much better... If she'd just stopped screaming at me and yelling for security this wouldn't have happened, I just wanted her to shut up.

As Joseph's mental state finally collapsed he let out a deep cry, the frustration boiling over.

The ambulance soon arrived and the paramedics made their way back stage. Running down the Long corridor that ran directly behind the stage, they soon found the place where all the commotion was coming from. They entered the room to see people everywhere. "Can we make some space please" asked the older of the two paramedics; His partner already kneeling on the floor next to Rachel.

"What's her name?" he asked chuck as his gloved hand felt for Rachel's pulse in the soft of her neck.

"Rachel Berry"

The paramedic could feel a weak beat but only just. "Rachel can you hear me... Rachel?"

The small brunette actress didn't respond, she could hear the noise around her but it no longer made sense. She could feel herself slipping into the darkness and she didn't have the strength to try and fight. She thought about her Dad's and wished that they were here with her, she thought about her cat Matilida being left alone in her apartment if she didn't make it back, and finally just before she lost all consciousness she thought about Quinn and the fact the blonde would never know how Rachel truly felt about her...

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