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The Chronicles of the Damaged and Burdened
A Rachel Berry Story
The thoughts, images, or even tangible objects that keep an impenetrable wall between you and them; becoming your Berlin wall keeping you away from all the other's who cannot understand the intricacies of said thoughts. It seems they have trouble fathoming anything that does not show upon their normalcy scale. But what these ignorant people do not seem to realize is that you are struggling within yourself. You have come to the conclusion that the person looking back at you in the mirror isn't you, only problem is who the hell are you anyway?
If only people would take the time to realize your demeanor. Even though talking isn't your best attribute, neither is hiding emotions. To take two seconds to look into the infusion of black within your usually serene hazelnut eyes, there would be the first warning sign showing just how, not fine you have truly become.
Sadly enough your outer appearance proves to be quite the distraction to untrained eyes. Although this ruse helps at times, letting you push the people away keeping what's within yourself untainted by the persistent close minded thoughts of other's. It has become quite the cruel irony; your life just so happens to be that truly fucked up. No teen angst, these are truly problems they will have a profound impact against your life.
Why is it that you are alone? Oh yeah, that is right because you chose to be this alone. It makes everything some what well lonely, but that just seems to be working for you just fine. Being done isn't the same thing as being lonely.
Of course you are not physically alone. There happen to quiet a lot of people vying for your attention when all you really want to do is be alone with your thoughts as dysfunctional as they maybe. Being alone and being lonely are two opposite thoughts. You are accustomed to being alone, you have rather come to enjoy the quiet time to yourself. It keeps feelings and relationships to be nonexistent. It's a rather bleak and cynical way of looking at this, being within a society that claims the greatest fate in life is to find your soulmate, your other half, someone to love. Which you believe to be a rather ludicrous assumption. To fully by your own person you have to be able to function by yourself, without the need of someone else to fill in the empty gaps.
That is why the situation you find yourself in the morning has become a great surprise. How the actual fuck did you get to the point of marrying this women next to you? Feeling that without her you can't survive. Well lets go back to high school, where it all started and where I, Rachel Stiletto Berry, became the protagonist of the Chronicles of the damaged and Burdened. This is the Rachel Berry story:
Ugh, I look out the window, seeing trees with birds chirping within them. This could only mean exactly what I feared, I happen to be in Lima, Ohio instead of the sunny forecast of Los Angeles. My two fathers and I moved here because they wanted to get back to their roots, showing me where they came from. I enjoyed being melodramatic therefor claiming the usual cliche teenager angst about how they were ruining my life.
Luckily enough I was allowed to bring my best friend along for the horridly mundane experience that will be Lima. Sasha, my best friend, is very much like me in most ways but is also quite different in the way she goes about things. We have the same ideas, though the end result happens to be completely different situations. Such as we both don't do well with commitment, while we both abhor being tied down, my moral compass isn't as active as Sasha's. I will actually get into relationships but just so happen to cheat because I become way too bored. The idea of having someone there is always a plus, the only problem happens when I just so happen to also have my eye upon someone else, which the girl's i'm seeing don't enjoy very much. Sasha actually happens to stay far away from committing at all, just being up front about how nothing will ever come of any physical encounter she may have.
With all that in mind I keep questioning why I've decided to keep on seeing a girl from back home? Well it might have something to do with the fact that I don't really want to be there for the crying and anger that comes with a messy breakup. I have become very accustomed to the business of ignoring things that just so happen to inconvenience my life, in this case that being Ashely.
Now that I have mentally prepared myself for this torture I pull the blankets back and hesitantly hop out of bed. I can feel the cool morning breeze coming through the window making my panty clad ass run into the bathroom to get away from the freezing cold. Sasha's lazy ass is still asleep within the comforts of my bed. I grab the closets thing next to me and aim it for her head. I hit her square on the forehead making her cat like reflexes activate causing my said best friend to fall on the ground.
The laugh that escapes my lips aren't on purpose but I can't help but snicker at Sasha's slumped body against my hard wood floors.
"Rae! What the actual fuck!"
"I had to get your lazy ass up somehow."
"Oh shit, I totally forgot that we have to go to that shit hole called a school."
"Your such the optimist, Sasha."
"Cute, Berry."
With that said she launches herself towards me not giving enough time to move out of the way. I hit the ground with a loud thud and an agile Sasha falling on top of me.
"You are so dead!"
"Morning girls!"
"Dad! You're suppose to knock! Remember what happened last time!"
Leroy gets a slight tinge of blush upon his cheeks when reminded of his horrible timing. But that's a story for another time. Just as fast as my dad came in her left in a hurry leaving us to have enough will power to get dressed.
What are you suppose to wear to a po' dunk high school like this? I'm seriously have this delimma while staring at my closet. I feel Sasha swish right by me into the closet pulling out two different outfits, I sometimes love that girl.
"No need to use up all those brain cells in that pretty little head of yours before school even starts."
"Says the girl who has had to go to summer school the past three years in a row."
"Oh it's on bitch!"
With that said I catch Sasha by the midsection causing her to fall backwards taking me with her.
A couple meaningless fights later, we trudge down the stairs and have a hardy helping of a protein shake because we are late, like usual. Into my lovely Mercedes that we thankfully didn't leave in LA. I love my Meep (Mercedes + Jeep), the G class are just so damn spacious, if you know what i mean. Now we are on our way to have the most mundane experience of our young lives.
The looming silhouette of the drab high school is coming into view. A stark contrast with the gleaming whir of my car. I park hella far awash from the grubby paws of my newly appointed peers. I trust them not even a little bit, teenagers with closed minds are as dangerous as a loaded shotgun.
I stop out of my car grabbing my knap sack housing it upon my should. Locking my car, I put my arm around Sasha's waist, I have a tendency of being ferociously protective of her. She can take care of herself but she humors me.
We walk in-sync and as cliche as it is it feels as if we started to walk in slow motion and all eyes are on us. This is one of those types of schools, the ones that have a cheerleader/football players ruled hierarchy. I'm missing LA more and more each second I am stuck her. Have to make the best of it right?
I can see that Sasha has the same idea as I do as she scouts the area. It's time to top the top. Hopefully they are cheerleaders, hot ones though. It wasn't all that hard to find them, two girls flanking their leader. They are quite exquisite but we know the tall blonde isn't a threat more of an asset. Then there was the icy hazel eyed blonde and the fiery black eyed Latina.
Sash and I look at each other, we split. Each one of us acquired our victim. It is all hilarious at how small towns are all the same in the sense that repressed lesbians are always running the show.
I narrow my eyes at the blonde and Sasha the other. The blonde keeps her composure longer than I thought she would, I get into her personal space taking control.
"Hello there, beautiful."
I keep eye contact as her breathing harshens. I caress her cheek with the pad of my thumb. I slowly and painstakingly slowly pressing my lips to here's. Her muscles stiffened but she doesn't push me away; these people are too easy. With that I whisper into her ear..
"You are too easy"
My signature smirk in place, I look over at Sash and she has topped the Latina also. I wrap my arm around Sasha's waist once again. We leave with the decisive swing of our hips.
Checkmate.
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