A/N: Yes I know that my other story is way behind, but right now I can't think of any way to continue it, I'm stumped so if you've got any ideas feel free to share. Also XXXX!TRIGGER WARNINGS!XXXX This story is stemmed from a moment in my life that actually happened. I just wanted to share with you what one little action can do to save somebody. If it wasn't for this girl, I wouldn't be here. I thank her so much for everything that she has done for me, from talking to me that day to being so supportive and understanding of my issues. I'm sorry I haven't posted in a long long time but this story is about what happened in my absence. Though, it is turned into a Glee fanfiction for the fact that I can, and that it makes this story easier to tell.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

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No one's POV

Everyone knows who Rachel Berry is, she's the loud annoying diva with an incredible singing voice (which no one bothers to compliment her for), and she's in the loser club. Or, as the school board and any person who actually likes the club knows it as, Glee Club. For Rachel, it was home, it was her salvation, her escape from reality. That choir room was her safe place, where the insults, the slushies, and her own parents couldn't get to her. She was free to be herself without anyone calling her names and making fun of all that she is. The problem is, nobody KNOWS Rachel Berry.

No one knows how the fact that her parents hate her, that they're abusive in their own way. No one knows that she holds onto those mean comments people say about her, etching them into her stomach later that night. No one knows how much the sting of a slushie hurts when it gets into her cuts. Nobody knows that she cries herself to sleep at night, and that she starves herself because that kid in her math class said she had gained a little weight. It's hard, living with this thing, living with this pain. She pulled through though, time and time again, she didn't give up, because she still had her safe place…..

Until…..

She would have never thought her safe haven would be invaded by jocks and cheerleaders, by the people who made her life hell every single day. But alas, it happened, and she was determined to make friends out of these people. That plan was shattered after they just kept bullying her, after they kept saying all those hurtful comments. She gave up on them ever accepting her, at all. She gave up on caring. Every day was just like the one before, wake up, sneak downstairs to get something to eat, cover up the bruises from the beating the night prior to this one. Get dressed, go to school, and survive. As much as she tried to, surviving was getting more and more difficult.

Rachel's POV

I woke up, the soreness of my body hitting me as I tried to sit up. My dads had gotten me pretty badly last night, I had screwed up again….I don't know what I do wrong. Every day I do something that makes them angry, an A- in class, stained clothes from the slushies. It gets harder to get up every morning. I get off of the bed, my muscles aching in protest as I go to take a shower. I get undressed, my eyes avoiding any reflective surface that I could possibly see myself in.

As I step into the shower I realized I forgot to grab a very important part of my morning ritual, my razors. I step out of the shower and grab the case from underneath the sink. Pulling one out I set it on a shelf inside the shower (I could never get blood on the carpet, just thinking of what my fathers would do if they saw it…) and stepped in. Turning on the water, heat all the way up, I turned away from the spray, letting it hit my back.

After thoroughly bathing and making sure my newly inflicted cuts wouldn't get infected, these ones say "man hands," and "treasure trail," I get dressed. I know it's warm out, but the only way I could fully cover up the bruises Daddy gave me last night is to wear these ugly sweaters. He was particularly rough last night, and I know these bruises aren't going to go away as quickly as the others do. They're already a deep purple, and moving causes them to ache, a pain I've unfortunately become accustomed to.

"Get out of my house and get to school in five minutes or I SWEAR when you get back I'm going to KILL you!"

…..Daddy…

I grab my backpack and run down the stairs and out of the house, making sure that I get far enough away from the house before Daddy decided to not let me leave today. I can't break my perfect attendance; it's the only thing in my life that's not broken.

Making my way to school I see plenty of people I know, drive right passed. Used to I would have hoped that one of them would stop to give me a ride, but that hope has vanished along with my hope to ever have anyone who…even just cares. Who is sympathetic in some way. I know my home life is messed up, I know that I should get help….but my fathers are the only people in my life who would let me stay in their house, albeit reluctantly.

Once I got to school I walked to my locker, making sure to stay out of people's way. Unfortunately, the HBIC actually searches for me to make me feel horrible. It's routine for her by now, at first I thought that maybe she regrets it…but by the joy I see in her eyes I can tell she doesn't.

"Hey troll! Why are you here? Don't you need to back at home? I'm sure there's a lovely little girl disappointed that her favorite attraction isn't at the zoo today. Though I'm not sure you would be considered an 'attraction.'"

"Quinn, though I clearly have never done anything to you. You still insult me on a daily basis, and frankly I'm getting tired of it. So, I'm simply going to walk away, and try and ignore your pathetic attempts to insult me. Though I would like it if you would apologize and leave me alone."

"Well, I would like to kick you in the teeth, but why should I improve your looks?"

"Your insults, slander, and name calling don't faze me. Your words mean nothing."

"If you ran as much as your mouth did, you might actually be in good shape."

"You know what Quinn? Fine! You want to be that way? I'm done!"

I stormed away, the tears steadily leaking out of my eyes. Everything they said cut me like a knife, and those words would later be added to the multitude of words written in red lines on my stomach.

A/N: I'm going to stop here, because it's getting hard to write this. I'll get to the happier part of this story in the next chapter.

And, if any of you guys ever EVER need anyone to talk to, about anything, you can talk to me. I might not always be able to respond because of school. But I'll do my best to get into contact with you as soon as I possibly can.