Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or it's characters, but I do own the plot of this story and any original character I may create.
Prologue
My name is Rachel Barbra Berry.
I'm twenty-eight years old.
According to the United States of America law, I've committed voluntary manslaughter, In other words…
I've killed someone.
Now she's stuck at Bayview Correctional Facility for nine years.
Nine freaking years, that's one hundred and eight months. That's three thousand-two hundred and forty days, God knows how many hours.
She has been here a whole five minutes and she hates it already.
She saw the looks the other inmates were giving her and she almost hated them for looking at her with that knowing look.
'Right there, another one of us' that's what that… sorry excuse of female human beings is thinking.
But she's not another inmate; she's a star, a bright shinning star; A star that is locked in a cage, hidden in a place where she can't shine.
Yeah, she's depressed, wanna know why?
Broadway gave her standing ovations; countless amounts of people clapped each and every single one of her performances. The cheers, the admiration, the awards, the joy of her life, it was all taken away from her.
Just because of a stupid crush.
You may think that she's an idiot for risking it all for a man, but she isn't. Because she may be a star now, she may have lived in an Upper East Side penthouse with a perfect view of Central Park, she may be a diva or fashion example for today's women. But deep down inside she's the same girl from the Bronx who no one ever took a second glance and was mocked for her big nose, her second-hand clothes and her dreams of success.
She's the same girl whose father abandoned and whose junky mother never cared about, the same insecure teenage girl who cried herself to sleep because no boy would kiss her. And even though she went to LaGuardia High School and got her first boyfriend and eventually Juilliard gave her a scholarship and the dream came true, she never experienced that thing.
Love.
Finn Hudson was the first boy who ever admired her and who told her those precious three words, and even when sometimes she felt like he wanted to hide their relationship, she never felt any less loved. He was so perfect and dreamy, why trying to ruin the only chance she could ever had with a nice guy?
So what if his brother was her main enemy and she never met the rest of his family? So what if they had only being together for two months before her incarceration? So what if sometimes he gave her all those back-handed compliments and sometimes forgot their dates?
She still would've done everything for him.
What a stupid girl she was.
She had told him, 'I would die for you'. Apparently he took it as 'I would kill for you'. But that was over now.
It was time to move on and put her plans into action.
During the time of the trials, when she had realized how blind she had been all along, especially about him, she had taken a decision.
She would behave as perfectly as possible during her time in prison and try to get released from jail before; her lawyer told her it was a possibility.
After that, she would give herself a few years to try to make it back to Broadway, and if that doesn't happen, then she will make a plan to dedicate to something else and live her life away from shinning lights and marquees with her name.
As she lays in her bunk, the moonlight making it's way into the cell by the small window (with bars of course), thinking of the man who put her here. Not Kurt Hummel, may he rest in peace, nor Finn Hudson, may he die a painful death please. No, she's thinking about Noah Puckerman. Finn's best friend and for a short amount of time, someone she considered a friendly acquaintance.
She hates that man with all her might.
She hates him because he's too blind to see what kind of man his best friend is
She hates Detective Noah Puckerman because he sent her to jail for a crime she did not commit.
Tbc…
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