New story, this is a shorter story. It will be probably around 3 or 4 chapters. Maybe more if you guys like it. If you read the author's note on Our Strange Family, you will find out my reason for being absent. Sorry. So this story formed from me listening to Concrete Angel, and if you never heard the song, search it, but make sure you have tissues. The title of the story comes from I Dreamed a Dream.

Disclaimer: I would like to say that I own none of the songs, or the show Glee. I just write fictional stories about them. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: TRIGGER WARNING DEALS WITH CHILD ABUSE. CAUTION WHEN READING, IF YOU CAN'T DEAL WITH IT DON'T READ IT.

I am broken. I wasn't always this way. It all started back when I was 6. My fathers, Hiram and Leroy, were murdered in a hate crime. I happened to be away at the time. I was at a dance class. I thought it was odd when my neighbor had to take me to her house, and she held me all night, crying and telling me that it would be alright. It took about a day, until I found out that my dads were dead.

Since I was 6, I was put into the foster care system. I went in and out houses, and there was one house that I wanted to stay in, the Puckerman's, but they had to give me back because they couldn't afford any more kids than the 2 they had. I became really good friends with Noah and Deborah, his mother. I talk to them every other night over the phone, but that got changed once I got put into the newest foster house.

The Fabray's were all about images. They went to foster care, because they wanted to look good to the community. But behind closed doors, they were monsters. They had 2 kids as well, but they were really rich and their two daughters got all of these extravagant gifts and clothing. I got hand me downs. Since I was almost 2 years younger than their youngest, I was forced to wear her old clothing, which were the bad and ugly ones. She was also in my school now. She pretends that she doesn't know me, since I kept my father's last name.

Glee club at school is my safe place. The place where I can be me and make my father's proud of me wherever they are. They showed me that music is something to be proud of. The Puckerman's knew of my love of music, and I kind of convinced Noah to join glee club with me. But, with him joining it led to Quinn, and all of her friends joining, as well as her boyfriend Finn. So it soon came from being my sanctuary to my personal hell.

My home life isn't one that people dream of. In a way, I am enslaved in the Fabray household. Every day, Russell and Judy would just sit home and drink. Russell has gotten laid off from his job as a lawyer, so he has been taking to drinking. Quinn, is Daddy's little girl. She always got to do whatever she wanted to do. But I am pretty sure that she has no idea what happens to me when she goes to a party, or goes to bed. Russell and Judy blame me for him being laid off. At any chance they get, without anyone else's knowledge, they beat me. They are smart in their drunken stupor, and they avoid my face. No one ever notices, but I know that it will be too late soon. It is time to call out for help. But how, I need the right thing, and I really only have one chance to get it right. Since I am Rachel Berry, I guess I will sing about it, but what song will really give me the opportunity for people to understand what I am talking about and make a difference in the crappy life I am now living.

Today in glee club, I put my plan into action. I know that it is risky to sing this song in glee club, with Quinn there, but I need to send out my plea for help, for I know that if I keep appearances up, I will be gone soon. Mr. Schue walks into the room, and before I can do anything, he writes a word on the board. Secrets.

"You guys all have secrets. I want you to sing a song to express one of them. Now before you all start complaining, I want to tell you that it is a judgment free zone. So no one can make fun of anyone for their secret. You all have to do it, so please, be nice because you all know how you feel talking about your secrets." He says. I quickly raise my hand, ignoring the eye rolls, even though Mr. Schue just told everyone not to be judgmental.

"This one is kind of hard to explain. But this is my secret." I tell everyone, and then I hold my breath, because I know that there is going to be a major row after I sing this song especially.

She walks to school with the lunch she packs
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace oh oh

I slowly open my eyes looking at everyone's faces, only 2 recognize the song off the bat, Noah and Mr. Schue, are the ones looking at me with fear hoping that it is a lie and I am not the girl in this story.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

I notice Mr. Schue look guilty at the teacher line, but he wasn't the teacher I was talking about. There were two I was talking about, Shelby and Ms. Pilsbury. My mom just dumps me thinking that I was alright even though I wasn't, and Ms. Pilsbury watches me through the windows in her office, and I know that she notices something wrong with me, but she never called me down to ask or confronts me.

Through the wind and the rain

She stands hard as a stone
In a world where she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

Recognition is going through other peoples brains now because I can see it in their faces. Some, like Kurt, Mercedes, Tina and Mike are of sympathy and a little touch of horror; because they can't believe that something like this could happen to me. I cautiously look over at Quinn, since I am living at her house, and she looks furious. Since she is a Daddy's girl, she has to think that I am lying and that her parents would never do that to me, oh she has no idea what happens behind closed doors at the house.

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late

I know that it didn't happen yet, but I know in my heart that that day will come. I just hope that it will never, but I am still in foster care, and in their care.

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world where she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Before I close my eyes for the end of the song, to hide the tears in my eyes, I look over to Kurt. It is finally dawning on him why I asked him if he has ever fantasized his funeral. I gave him a sign that he finally understands. He feels even worse for brushing me off that day, and his well-manicured hand goes over his mouth and he starts to cry lightly. Tears are falling down his porcelain face probably praying to a god that he doesn't believe him that I am not this girl.

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world where she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

As the song slowly ends, I feel the tears falling down my face, and I keep my eyes shut. I don't want to face everyone now that my dreadful secret is out. I take a few deep breaths, and when I open my eyes, I see Quinn blow up.

"You BITCH! My parents would never do that! Stop trying to get attention, because this is dangerous territory! You can get my parents arrested!" She started screaming and she got all up in my face. She had tears slightly rolling down her face in anger, but unbeknownst her, she let out the secret that her parents were my guardians.

"Wait Q, what do you mean your parents. Since when has treasure trail been living with you?" Santana asks Quinn, trying to pretend that my song didn't affect her in any way.

"Her dumb fathers had to die, and then my parents had to sign up for foster care, and we got stuck with her." Quinn said, drawing out had and my. When she talked about my fathers, I couldn't help but start to sob, not even caring to hide my tears anymore.

I ran out of the room, but no one followed me. I think that Quinn sort of gotten to them that I was lying because most of them met her parents, and they were sweet people. On the outside, but in the inside is a different story.

When I got to the Fabray house, it is clear that Quinn has told her parents what I did, because once Quinn left to hang out at Santana's house, I got it. They were both really drunk. I was sitting in my room, doing homework, and the door slammed wide open. It made me jump, and the smirk on their faces like they knew what was about to happen made my stomach churn. Russell walked over to me, and pulled me up off my bed by my hair.

"Quinn told us what you said about us, you want abuse you got it!" And then they started to hit me and kick me and punch me everywhere, and I knew this was the end. After about 20 minutes, after a good kick to my head, everything started to grow fuzzy. I was really dazed, and the corner of my vision was turning gray, and growing darker by the second. The last thing I remember is a sharp kick to my spine and face, and my thoughts just stopped abruptly.

*No One POV*

In the morning, Quinn woke up with a weird feeling in her gut. She had a feeling that something bad happened when she was gone. She heard a knock at the front door, and she didn't hear any other movement, like Rachel answering the door, or her parents talking. She quietly walked down the steps and went to the door and opened it. She was confused, she saw 2 police officers standing there.

"Is there a problem?" Quinn asks a little scared.

"No Miss, we are just doing our census check." The tall man told her, and saw Quinn visibly relax.

"Okay, do you want to come in and make it more comfortable?" Quinn asks, her hospitality kicking in, not many people see this side of her though.

"If it is no trouble." The female officer said to her.

They all sit down in the front parlor, and Quinn gave them some lemonade.

"Alright, so the paper says that this is the Fabray Household." The female started off with. She looked at her check list.

"There should be four people, Russell, Judy, Quinn and Rachel." The male said, looking over his counter parts shoulder.

"Yes, we are all here." Quinn said, quickly and easily, Rachel rarely left the house, except for school, and her parents were in her father's office, doing their 'work',

"Okay, we would just like to make sure, so can you get the rest of them?" She said politely.

Quinn walked across the parlor to the door, to her father's office, and knocked on the door.

"Daddy, Mommy, can you come here. There is a census check, again." Quinn told them in her sweet princess voice. Immediately, her parents came out, pretending that they were sober, from the many times they had to pretend in front of Quinn and Fran, their other daughter. They came out to the parlor and saw the officers. They politely said their hellos and sat down on the couch.

Quinn turned and went down stairs to Rachel's room in the basement. Quinn noticed something was up. Rachel's door was wide open, she always had it shut. Quinn also saw that the bed still had homework on it. That wasn't like Rachel. She had her work done, and the bed would be spotless. Another thing, Quinn couldn't find Rachel right away. At first, she thought that Rachel was in the bathroom, but that door was open and no one was in there. The last place Quinn looked was on the floor, next to Rachel's bed. What she saw made her scream bloody murder.

The police officers heard Quinn scream, so they raced down the steps towards Quinn. Judy and Russell just stared at each other. They were too drunk last night to remember anything.

When the police officers rushed into Rachel's room, they noticed Quinn, kneeling on the floor. Her skin paler than it was earlier, and she had tears streaming down her face. When the male finally made it to the spot that Quinn was at, he saw something that he never seen in Lima, ever.

There was a body on the floor. The girl was wearing sweats. There was dried blood all over the floor, and all over the girl, that the only sign that it was female, was the long brown hair that was frizzed everywhere. After a second or two of shock, the officers went to work. They had to move Quinn away, and they assessed the body. The first note they took, was that she was definitely dead.

"I say she died around 10 pm last night, from the look of all of this blood, dried especially." The female said, with tears in her eyes. When she graduated from college to become a police officer, she always knew that she would see this, but she never expected to see in the quaint town of Lima, Ohio. The poor girl looked no more than 13 years old.

"Sweetie," The officers looked at Quinn, "Can you tell us her name and age?"

"Rachel, Rachel Berry, she just recently turned 15" Quinn says shakily.

"Thank you. Alright. We need to call the ambulance and get her out of here straight away. This poor girl barely lived her life." The male said, sadly, hating this part of his job.

Quinn just couldn't stop staring at Rachel. She thought back to the day back in Glee club, of what Rachel sang to them. She was asking for help, but Quinn didn't believe her. It took all of 3 seconds for Quinn to break the hoover dam.

It took 30 minutes to get Rachel's body into an ambulance that will take her to the hospital's morgue, to prepare her for her funeral. The police also took in Judy, Russell and Quinn for questioning.

Quinn is sitting in the interview room, still looking quite pale and squeamish. She has a feeling in her gut that her parents had to do something with this, but she is waiting for the police to talk to her, they talked to her parents first.

"Alright Ms. Fabray, tell us all that you know about Ms. Berry" One of the officers ask her, sitting down in the chair across the table from her.

"I've known her since she was 5; since her and her Dads moved to this town. We were on the same bus. My parents told me to never talk to her, that she was raised from sin. I didn't realize until I was a little older, that her parents were killed in a hate crime. Rachel was 6, and I was already 9. She was shy of being 7 by 2 months. My parents decided to do something nice, so they registered to be Foster Parents. Rachel was assigned our house about 1 and a half years ago. All I know is that she was in the Puckerman's care before us. Anyways, once she got into our care, she closed herself off. I wasn't the best person to her. You know the story of Cinderella, right? Well, she was Cinderella and I was one of the step sisters. I am not proud of this, but I cannot change the past. She was a freshman in high school, and I am a junior. We are both in Glee club together, and the teacher made an assignment yesterday. The assignment was secrets. In true Rachel fashion, she raised her hand right away saying that she wanted to go. She stood in front of the class and sang the song Concrete Angel by Martina McBride. I didn't believe her, because the song is about child abuse. I didn't believe her and I told her to tell the truth about my parents. I didn't believe her, I could have saved her. I just, can't believe that my parents were capable of doing something like this."

After Quinn told the story, she started to break down and cry. She couldn't hold it in, and an officer had to kneel down in front of her to calm her down enough to tell her the news of her parents.

It took 10 minutes, but they were finally able to calm down Quinn to tell her.

"Quinn, your parents were questioned before you, and they were thought to be intoxicated. We gave them both breathalyzer tests, and their BAC (Blood Alcohol Concentration) was through the roof. Quinn, they were accused of the murder of 15 year old Rachel Berry. They were taken into custody, and there will be a trial." The police officer looked at Quinn, straight in the eyes.

Quinn sort of just gulped, knowing that her parents were most likely guilty. Then she is placed with the realization of having to tell the Glee club, and worse, Noah Puckerman.

So that is the first chapter. I am really proud of this. I hope you like it and please review!