I suppose I should once again mention the fact that this is a dark fic and some imagery may be disturbing. Read at you own risk. Dum dum dummmm!


The front door closed with a loud bang, and she knew her fathers had left for work. She sat at the vanity, staring unwavering at her reflection. Her usual morning routine was now forgotten as she starred at the light bruises on her body. Her fingers danced delicately across the discoloured patches of skin, then came to rest on the gold necklace that hung around her neck. The usual protest of her stomach had all but disappeared as her body became more accustomed to the little amount of food it received. The pain her empty stomach felt was no longer a tool she could use to remind her that she still felt something. Her body was becoming numb again and there was nothing she could do about it.

With one quick movement, she grabbed the necklace by is pendant and ripped the delicate gold from her neck. She held it her hand, starring at the intricacy of the design, then walked to the bathroom before flushing the necklace down the toilet. The florescent light in the bathroom, cast ghostly shadows off her cheekbones. Her fingers traced the delicate contours of her face before falling back to her sides. She fell her knees on the cold, hard bathroom floor, sobs racking her fragile frame as the events of yesterday kept playing over and over in her head. Her body scrambled to the toilet, just in time for the contents of her stomach to empty in the porcelain bowl.

She had often fantasized about how she would loose her virginity. She had even fantasized about Mr Schuester taking it. But in her fantasy there were candles and roses and romantic music. Never in a million years would she have imagined she would loose it in the choir room against the piano. She could have pushed him away, said no, or even screamed, but put it to the fact that she was just to weak to push him away, or even that she wanted it. She laughed bitterly at the last excuse. Her fantasy of receiving the much-desired attention had finally come true. Once her stomach had settled she stood up and opened the medicine cabinet and rifled through it until she found what she was looking for. She held the tiny plastic container in her hand as if it was a chest of treasure. Her heart skipped a beat as she opened the lid to reveal the collection of replacement blades for her dad's razors.

She removed one, and then sat down on the edge of the bathtub. She had never understood why some people cut them selves, why they would physically harm themselves. Until now. She felt empty, she felt as if everything around her was spinning out of control. If starving herself wouldn't make her feel again, then maybe this would. She bought the fresh razor to her inner thigh, and slowly dragged it across her skin. Her eyes closed as she felt the sensation of the sharp metal cut her smooth skin. Her body tingled as the cut began to weep slightly. She had found her new vice. She sat on the bathtub, relishing in this new sensation. Satisfied with herself, she put the razor back in the container, and then returned it to its usually spot on the top shelf of the cabinet. She cleaned her wound, then sat back on the tiles and lent against the door.

Her hands, still shaking, rubbed her temples in a feeble attempt to rid her mind of the images that assaulted her brain. A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled the look in Mr Schuester's eyes as he pushed her roughly against the piano, and then took her mouth with his. She had never been kissed like that before, with such a deep hunger that sent ecstasy shooting through her body. The very memory heated her core. But that didn't excuse the fact that Mr Schuester had taken her so suddenly and without her consent. She walked back to her room and started the daunting process of getting ready for school. The red numbers on her alarm clock, flashed mockingly at her, reminding her of the little time she had left before she had to face him.

She had considered skipping school, but her spotless attendance record would not be wrecked because of one man. She put on the outfit she had laid out the night before, then grabbed the lunch off the bench that her fathers had made for her and drove to school.

The day was dragging on way to slow for her liking, and although she didn't have Spanish class that day, she knew she would eventually have to face him in Glee club rehearsal that afternoon. There would be people around in Glee club, and she knew she could hide behind Finn and Quinn and their disgusting displays of public affection. After hours of ducking into classrooms and toilets to avoid him when she saw a glimpse of his curly hair, she thought she was home free.

The last bell of the day rang, and the next thing she knew, as if her life has been fast forwarded, she was sitting at the back of the group in Glee rehearsal. Her hand played nervously with the edge of her skirt as her eyes flicked back and forth between the door and Tiny, who's feeble attempt at a conversation with Rachel was going unnoticed.

"Good morning boys and girls" He announced as he walked through the door. His appearance was messy, and it looked like he hadn't shaved, but no one else had seemed to notice except for her.

Her eyes cast to the ground in avoidance as Mr Schuester handed out a sheet of paper to everyone. He went to her last, holding out the paper waiting for her to take it. Without looking up, she grabbed the paper and mumbled thanks. The voices around her rose as they read over the piece of paper Mr Schuester had handed them.

"What's this?" Puck asked.

"This" Will began. "Is our set list for Nationals. Rachel came up with a great idea yesterday." Everyone's head turned to Rachel and she suddenly felt vulnerable.

The class around her began to fade into a blur and her eyes focused on Will. He moved around the class, taking questions and laughing with the other students. She watched his body move, she watched his facial expressions. His mouth was smiling, but the was no humour behind those eyes. The memory of yesterday afternoon hit her like a bullet train, and suddenly, there she was again, pushed up against the piano as Mr Schuester attacked her neck with kisses. His passion and desperation was evident as he engulfed her mouth with his own. And suddenly he was inside her, thrusting madly. Then a thought hit her, bringing her back to reality.

He hadn't used a condom.

Her hand flew to her mouth as she pushed through Quinn and Finn and flew to the nearest bin in the room. Worried yells and genuine concern sounded behind her as the rest of the club gathered around her. The handful of plain crackers she had for lunch where now sitting at the bottom of the bin. That was the second time she had vomited today, and she cursed to herself for not bringing her tooth brush to school.


So what did you think?

Will is only the tip of the iceberg of Rachels problems. What could be wrong with her? How will Mr Schue react…I guess you will just have to wait and see!

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