Hello! I've had a long period of writer's block and lots and lots of homework from school, so I'm incredibly sorry for not writing. This is a new idea for me which speaks of Rachel's past leading up to a disturbing event that will happen. I'm hoping to make this a multi-chapter book with drama and angst so please review and let me know if I should continue because I want to write for you guys, as well as myself.
If anyone is struggling with suicidal thoughts or self harm, I'm always here to talk and remember, everyone is loved. No matter who you are, you. Are. Loved. Life is precious and deserves to be lived to the full so I'm always here to talk. Thanks xoxo
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Rachel Barbara Berry. That name just makes anyone and everyone shudder. The name that no one cares about. She has no friends, she sits alone at lunch, she is bullied by the jocks, the Cheerios and wears clothes that make her seem like a toddler and grandmother at the same time. Rachel never chose this life, she expected to be a perfect, popular girl, where people loved her, she had friends and wasn't bullied. But then again, nothing really ever goes to plan. For Rachel, there was only one thing that would go to plan. Suicide.
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Big nose.
Not like Quinn's petite nose.
Lank, lifeless hair.
Not like Tina's long, soft locks.
No big assets, just a thin figure.
Not like Santana's figure, complete with assets that would please anyone.
She didn't have any talents.
Not like Mercedes's powerful, breathtaking voice, nor did she have Brittany's flawless dancing abilities.
When was she ever going to get anything right? Even when she dressed in sweatpants and a simple black hoodie, she was criticised. A swap from the reindeer sweaters and short plaid skirts to simple clothing that made Rachel a little more tolerable would go unnoticed by many but was not to be unnoticed by Santana, the school's popular 'whore' and Quinn, the 'not so celibate' head cheerleader.
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Rachel trudges slowly to her locker in the school's corridor on a crisp Tuesday morning. She hoped not to be confronted by Santana or Quinn, or anyone for that matter. Yet she felt a strong hand push her into a locker stand, followed by a feminine voice.
"Hey Freak! The hoodie? Oh wait, did you manage to burn those horrific sweaters?" Santana snidely remarked, while pointing at Rachel's cowering figure. Rachel just looks at Santana's feet, trying to avoid her sneering eyes but notices something in her hand.
"You going to speak or what?," Santana states, snorting at Rachel's ever so quiet presence. "Oi, I'm talking to you. Look at me," Rachel gradually looks up at Santana and notices a jumbo slushie in her tight grasp. She internally gasps and braces for the impact but comes none. Rachel opened her eyes and saw that the jumbo slushie cup was empty, dregs sliding into the cup. Her eyes widened as she felt slushie slide down from the top of her head to her forehead, narrowly escaping her eyes. Mustering up any strength she had, Rachel squinted, only to see gaggles of people sniggering, pointing and whispering. By now, the slushie had so far as soaked her hair and was leaving an icy trail down from her neck and was drenching her hoodie, the only clothes she was sporting today. Showing no signs of emotion, Rachel quickly walked to a bathroom, while slushie left icy paths on her skin and covered her eyes. Even temporarily blind, Rachel was able to walk to a bathroom, having memorised the whole route after being slushied many times.
Scolding water hit Rachel's numbing skin. Drip. Drip. Drip. A second goes by. Why? What had Rachel done that made her the school joke? A class clown, but not the conventional type. The type that scares you, haunts you. The type that disgusts you. The type that makes you feel like you want it to die, to never come back. Well, guess what? Rachel will prove them right. This is the day Rachel Barbara Berry commits suicide.
And everyone will see it.