Hi guise! This is my audition for a RP on Tumblr where the characters have some sort of disorder or addiction and all meet at a camp. I am auditioning for Rachel and would love feedback! Also, I do not own glee (if I did it would suck) and I don't own Tumblr or this RP(:
Rachel didn't get it. Her life was supposed to be great. She was supposed to be a star by now. She was supposed to have a loving boyfriend to put his arm around her and tell her she was beautiful. She was supposed to be happy. But Rachel wasn't any of those things. Instead she was the biggest loser in her midwestern towns high school. She had no boyfriend, just a broken heart. And she was most definitely not happy.
She looked over at her cluttered nightstand. There his picture was, sitting atop piles of books, flashing his thousand-watt smile. With his perfect chestnut hair and perfect emerald eyes. Rachel closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had hurt him, and in return he had hurt her. She hated herself for it. So, she punished herself. She brought the knife to her arms and dug it in. The pain hurt so bad, but it felt so good at the same time. She knew that she needed it, to repay for what she did. Every cut, was just like giving him a part of her and so she continued. That was how the cutting started.
Rachel didn't know how the drinking started. But now she was so deep in, she couldn't get out. She used alcohol as her way of coping with the stress of school, singing, and her shattered heart. It made her feel lighter, like she was floating. She never meant to become addicted to it, it just happened. Now she couldn't get out. She knew what it was doing to her, but she couldn't stop. She just didn't want to.
It wasn't long before her Dads noticed something was up. Her grades used to be straight A's, now they were straight D's. She lost interest in her clubs, and even stopped singing. She used to prance around the house with joy, but now she came home late with the stench of vodka lingering in her clothes. She barely ate anything on some days, but overate on others. Some nights they would hear her crying in her room, but she never wanted to talk. She wanted to be alone, and she was.
So then her Dads came up with this great idea. Some camp, chaos something. It was a place for people like her. She hated that term. People like her. Why did they use it? What had she become? Maybe this camp was a good idea, but Rachel still didn't like it. She was fine, really she was. Well she had no choice. But she was prepared for whatever kind of hell this place would be. Well, as prepared as she would ever be.
What do you think? Reviews would be great!