They cover her hand. Twenty, or thirty, or so tiny white pills. Her hands are trembling in anticipation her mind has already accepted. This is the way it must be. There's nothing left for me here.

Tears are streaming down her eyes. One last cry, she thinks as she giggles inwardly; what a way to go, follows as she realizes that that is the name of a Brian McKnight song, which makes her cry more. She doesn't understand how it had come to this, and why she can't even face her demise boldly. This poor unfortunate soul had once been a vibrant, lively teenager, but too much bullying and even more loneliness has transformed her into a cowering depressed shell of herself that sickened her.

She hadn't bothered to comb her hair for a week and not to her surprise no one barely noticed. Looking in the mirror that she had avoided for the past year, she sees herself as everyone else does. Useless. Worthless. Invisible.

Almond shaped brown eyes once shone brightly now stare back at her void of life. Her Smooth skin is flawless, yet, looks pale from lack of care; her glow looks faded and washed out from sleepless nights and lack of eating. A large man hoodie covered what she deemed disgusting, and matching sweat pants hid her large misshapened butt. All these distortions are reflected in her mind's eye.

A rogue tear lands onto the pills the young woman is holding. She is ready, and they would all find her here tomorrow a result of their actions. I'll show them. They deserve to have my death burned into their minds and haunting their dreams. She twists the cap off the water bottle she had been carrying around all day. The girl attempts to put all of the pills into her mouth, yet, another distorted view of herself limits her ability to take her life in one fell swoop. Her mouth is smaller than she thought, but it couldn't be. Maybe that was just the fear taking over, I don't have a small mouth, I can't no one with a small mouth is so dang loud all the time. Wanting to stop her self-deprecating rant, she empties the remaining sleeping pills into her mouth draining the bottle of lukewarm water. Once the last pill is swallowed, she breathes a sigh of relief knowing her pain will be over soon.

Drowsiness doesn't set in immediately as she assumed it would. Hoping she's near death, she settles in under the sink sitting with her back against the wall her legs folding in Indian style. She takes a look around using her sight for the last time. Taking a deep breath, she smells the familiar smell of the girl's bathroom, not really the scent she thought she should be smelling considering this would be the last thing she would be inhaling in her life. The teenager's life is almost over and her last request is to experience all five senses for the last time. But bearing in mind, she has chosen the girl's restroom for her end, she would just settle for 3 because there was no way she was going to touch anything else in this place and taste was definitely not an option.

She stands up thinking that walking around may speed up this process. Pacing the floor of the bathroom she has retreated to innumerable times, her past year begins to replay itself in her mind.

Humiliation had become a staple in her benign existence. She was slushied nearly every day, constantly accosted with racial slurs, and fat jokes. It had been happening most of her life the fat jokes and racial slurs, but the slushy thing was new. New and soul crushing. The first time was the worst. I was walking to my locker and just as I'm about to open it, books in tow, I feel the sting of shaved ice and freezing flavored water hit my face. My eyes begin to burn as some of the slushy gets into them dripping from my bangs. It's purple. How ironic my favorite color. I looked down at my brand new white shirt. It's ruined, and so were my school books. Tears ran hot down my face; I tried to stop them but I couldn't, what's worse I could feel everyone's eyes teasing me, and there was nothing I could do about it. I ran to the principal's office explained everything and was told to go to class. If I didn't see who did it then there was nothing that he could do. But everyone knew. I knew. The principal knew. The jocks were always the culprit. Pick one. From his office I ran to the lone girl's restroom on the lowest floor. This was my place of solitude. I had come here often before, mostly during lunch, but this time was different it felt different. I wasn't just coming here to be alone; now, I was here because I was alone. This was just the beginning of the end of my life.

She pauses mid stride feeling a little weak in her knees. She tries to move her legs but she can't. She's stuck; her legs are too heavy to lift. Her head is even heavier. Her vision blurred and distorted, she sees the room move topsy-turvy and spinning. Her eyelids fall abruptly, and she feels her head smack the floor. She is unconscious collapsed across the bathroom floor at her school after hours.

Opening her eyes, she is back where it happened, the event that tipped the scales in favor of death over life.

He was in her bedroom lying beside her. She looked over at him in total amazement, not knowing what lay ahead. She couldn't believe she had lost her virginity to Finn. She stared at him for what she thought could have been hours. It wasn't that long.

He got off the bed without even looking at me. He was so nice before. "What's wrong." She pulled the covers over her bare chest and sat up in her bed with her back against the bedpost. "Where are you going? Why are you getting dressed?"

He didn't answer only continued dressing.

"Finn was I not…good?"

"No, you were great better than I thought you would be." She could hear something different in his voice. Something distant and cold.

"Finn?"

"What? What do you want? I'm leaving, going home."

"But why? Finn I thought…why can't you stay? Why are you being mean?"

"I'm not being mean, just honest."

"What…?"

"I'm not coming back. I don't want to; I only slept with you as a dare. The relationship wasn't real, and I don't want you bothering me anymore. Okay?"

Tears stained her sheets as she whimpered and nodded her head in agreement. He left and she was burdened with a pain tantamount to death and she wondered why, followed by why not, and I will.

Her first and only boyfriend had been a ruse. They concocted this just for the fun of it, not caring about the consequences. What consequences? Nothing ever happened to them, Finn Quinn, Karofsky, and the rest of the jocks. They always saw her walking alone, not really bothering anybody such an easy target. It was just a dare, a sinister and devious dare that couldn't hurt anyone. Maybe she would get her feelings hurt and be humiliated but nothing would happen. "Finn I dare you to make her your girlfriend and when she falls in love with you break-up with her publically." "No way."

"What about for a price?"

"Name the price, you got a deal only no real touching, especially not in public."

There it was; it was a deal, and they were playing with her life as if it were a game.

She tries to open her eyes, to speak, to move but nothing. She knows she's all alone and fear strikes her heart. A sudden realization emerges in her mind. I don't' want to die alone. The face of her mother pops into view, and she begins to panic. Her mother loved her, and she knew it, would miss it. She remembered how loving her daddy was; he treated her like a princess when he was around. He was never really there much, and it affected her in ways he did not know. But it's too late, as she feels herself fade out of existence, she hears a voice in the distance calling her name, but she's too far away to make out who it is. The sound of her name gets softer and softer until it is completely gone, and so is she.

Football practice has just ended and Puck is lagging around the school as usual. He always needed time to wind down after practice and today is no different. The jock had a favorite place he liked to do this and a little bit more. All the running around at practice seems to always stir up his bowels. Walking down the hallway, Puck lets the day's events wash over him.

This day had been quite peculiar from the beginning; arriving at school, he was pulled into the principal's office to be awarded the citizen of the week award, which ironically was the same week he had thrown three nerds in the dumpster and flattened Artie's wheels on his wheelchair. The award being probably the most peculiar of all the things that happened today. The next being the girl that catches my eye in English class. She's always answering questions and seems quite fearless. But today or for the entire week, I had managed to overlook her only to realize she was still there where she was everyday during 4th period. She appeared disheveled out of her element, which may not have been that peculiar to some people, but I noticed. Today was even worse. She seemed zoned out, like she had been smoking something, which was completely odd because she always, even earlier this week, still participated in class no matter how unenthused her answers were. Shortly after that class, I managed to skip the rest of my classes by faking ill and I saw the girl from English come into the nurse's office and take a bottle of pills. I am no psychiatrist, but I never would have pegged English Girl for a pill popper or pusher. She was thoroughly peculiar. Completely. Oh yeah, and I totally think the nurse has a massive crush on me. Football practice went as it usually does; Finn running the show, while Sam tries to outdo him, and I just do what I'm there for playing ball.

Puck turns into the girls bathroom and is stunned by the image that is before his eyes. English Girl is sprawled across the floor. Immobile. I don't move fearful of what is happening in front of me. The young girl lay beside an empty bottle. I snap out of my trance and scream her name as I rush to her side performing CPR as soon as I reach her. In between breaths and chest pumps I dial 911 and tell them to hurry. They arrive faster than I have ever seen them do, and I'm grateful. They get her on the gurney and put her in the back of the ambulance.

"Are you coming?" The paramedics look at Puck.

"What…yeah. Yeah I'm coming." I climb into the van beside English Girl and whisper in her ear, "Please wake up Mercedes."