Rachel

Rachel Barbra Berry had everything.

The voice, the ambition, the man.

Her future looked as bright as the stars in her eyes. She was going to go to New York, study at NYADA with the great Carmen Tibideaux and marry the love of her life, Finn Hudson. This girl's life had been planned out to the finest detail. She was named after Barbra Streisand, for God's sake. Rachel was born to be a star.

So when she choked at her NYADA audition, everyone was truly shocked. Rachel more than ever. Don't Rain on my Parade was Rachel's go to song; how could she forget the words? She wasn't even nervous going into this audition.

No matter how many times Kurt and Finn tried to reassure her that she could try to convince Carmen to give her another chance, the brunette just didn't believe it. It felt as if her life was over. That was the moment she decided that it was.

"So, I've gotta help Puck study for Geography tonight. Do you think you're going to be fine?" Finn and Rachel were walking to the front of the school. She looked up at him. He had a goofy smile plastered on his face. Oh, how she was going to miss that smile.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just going to take a long bath and then read a book or something." Rachel smiled up at Finn, trying to reassure him. Finn seemed to buy it as he started complaining about Puck's Geography lesson that night and how he wasn't even sure the man was going to learn anything from them.

Rachel laughed softly at Finn's words, wishing him good luck. She leaned in and kissed him softly, deciding to intensify the kiss. Their lips moved as one as Rachel passionately made out with Finn, a tear slipping down her cheek when the thought of never being able to do this again crosses her mind.

Rachel pulls away immediately before she loses the nerve to go through with her plan, wiping the tear away before Finn could see. Finn smiled down at her. "What was that for?"

"Just because I want to. I love you, Finn." Rachel leaned in and hugged Finn tightly, before turning around and walking to her car.

Finn stood there with a confused expression on his face as he watched her walk away. "I love you too, Rach."


Rachel was sat on her bed. Her dads went out to some work function of LeRoy's, so she had the house to herself for the night. The brunette decided to go take a shower; afterwards she stood in her towel, brushing out her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror, tears starting to well in her eyes. Quickly blinking them away, Rachel went back to brushing out her hair.

Within an hour and a half, Rachel was dressed in her most beautiful dress; hair and makeup done perfectly. Her dress was light pink and sat tight on her body, a few gems decorating the neckline. The brunette had always said that if she had to die young, she'd want to die beautiful.

This was it. Rachel made her way downstairs to her fathers' bathroom, rummaging around in their medicine cabinet. After about thirty seconds she pulled out an orange container, making her way back upstairs as she clutched it tightly in her hand.

The brunette sat down on her bed again, staring at the container in her hand. Again she felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes, but to keep her makeup from being ruined, she blinked them away. Opening the container, Rachel emptied some of its contents into her hand, counting as she goes. One, two, three, four, five…

The total was eighteen. One pill for every year she had been on this earth. After swallowing them one for one, Rachel made her way to the top of her bed, lying down as she waited for death to overtake her.


"LeRoy, I was not flirting with the waiter."

"It sure looked like it."

"I was just being nice. Nice is not flirting."

"Not the way you do it, Hiram. Rachel, we're home." LeRoy opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "If you're not happy with our marriage, just tell me."

"LeRoy, you're being overdramatic." Hiram made his way upstairs to Rachel's room.

A minute later, LeRoy heard a shriek come from upstairs. "Oh yes, I am the overdramatic one."

"LeRoy, get up here!"

This sparked some worry into LeRoy Berry and he quickly made his way up to his daughter's room. What LeRoy saw the minute he entered the room, would haunt him forever.

His husband leaned over his daughter, tears streaming from the man's face. His daughter, pale and seemingly lifeless on the bed. Next to her on the bedside table was an empty container of pills. Hiram looked up at LeRoy and said the two words that killed him.

"She's dead."