She plasters her fake smile on her face, she straightens her shoulders a little, and prepares for another bitchy day at Tree Hill High. She walks down the halls making sure her smile doesn't faultier, Heaven forbid anything be wrong with her. She's perfect. Perfect body, every guy has naughty dreams about her, and the few parts she does cover up. Every girl dreams of someday being her, they hate her because every guy notices her. Perfect make up, not a flaw showing. Prefect long flowing hair. Perfect bitchy attitude. Nobody messes with her. But just ounce she wishes somebody could see her pain. Hear her cry for help. She excites to the bathroom lighting the joint she inhales deeply. She'll forget it all soon. But it takes more and more to forget. More drinking, more drugs, and the saddest part is that nobody sees it. Nobody knows her pain. Everybody has problems though right? Teen pregnancy, marriage problems, psycho's trying to kill them, girlfriend hates your guts, yeah there are problems much worse then her self confidence issues. She doesn't complain, she doesn't yell, she doesn't scream. She just suffers silently. She feels herself falling apart, loosing grip on reality. She knows she's out of control, but she can't help it. She can't deal with people calling her 'friendly' she wants them to shut up. Everybody needs to shut up, but they won't. Her tears come at night, she shakes with the sobs. She wants to start over, make up for all the horrible things she's done. But that can't happen. She can't fix it. She wonders how she ended up here. How she ended up this person. So she does the one thing she knows to do. She hides. She builds walls. She wonders if anybody will save her. When does she, Rachel Gatina, get her white knight? When does she get to be loved, just because she's Rachel? And she's perfect. Perfectly, imperfect Rachel.