A/N: This was originally going to be part of my One Year drabble set, but I felt that it was too dark for that story. This is based off of the song "Black Tears" by Jason Aldean, so you may want to listen to that before you read this. This is an AU story about Rachel, and it is quite dark so read at your own risk.
She didn't own a mirror. She hadn't in years. She couldn't bear to look at herself anymore. How could she? She had gone from the girl of privilege to one that was looked down upon by all but the lowest of society. Even her dealer didn't look her in the eye.
Her life felt pointless, useless. She was in a cycle of despair, and she couldn't get out of it. Every time she peeled off her clothes for strangers, her will to live died a little more. She took drugs to combat her growing depression, but that only dulled the pain for a little while. She would go home with random men, women, anyone she could find, just to feel wanted again. Even if it was only for the night.
She got dressed for yet another night of work. She was putting on her eyeliner when her peripheral vision saw something. She went over to the object, pulling it out from a pile of dirty clothes. It was a broken mirror, shattered from a fit of rage. For the first time in almost a year, she looked at herself.
Her once beautiful hair was dull and straw like. She had lost weight, making her enviable body a thing of the past. Her skin was pale, and she could see the damage that the drugs, alcohol and cigarettes had done to her.
Then she saw her eyes. The thick black eyeliner did nothing to hide how sunken her eyes looked. The emotion caught in the brown depths was enough to shatter her remaining spirit. She had the eyes of someone who was broken, defeated. She didn't have any remaining soul in them. Just pain.
She broke down and cried. Deep sobs of agony and suffering poured out of her abused body. She cried for her lost innocence, for her lost dreams, for her lost spirit. She cried because it was the only thing she could do. She was trapped, nobody around who could help.
She ignored the eyeliner trailing down her face.