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Flashback to Rachel choosing her songs each day:
Monday:
Rachel was not having a good day. She was slushied once again. She heard her so called friends talking about her when they thought she wasn't around. To add insult to injury she got shoved down a stair case "on accident". When the day had ended Rachel ran home and locked the doors and turned on her radio. She screamed into her pillow before breaking down and sobbing. Her dads weren't home, but it was entirely possible the neighbor would stop in to check on her and she didn't want her to hear her. She didn't want to be the reason her father's had to cut their anniversary vacation short.
Rachel had been slowly breaking for months now, but lately the process has sped up. Rachel didn't know how much more she could take.
Tuesday:
Rachel arrived at school to find photos in her locker. They were of her getting changed in the locker room. The harassment was taking on a whole new level. She wished that just one person would notice that she was tired. That just one person noticed that she couldn't do it anymore, she wasn't okay. Sadly though no one cared about her that much. Not even the teacher who claimed to be her biggest and sometimes only fan.
Wednesday:
Rachel cut again. She didn't care anymore she was done. This was the day that she decided that she was done with this earth permanently. The only reason why she wouldn't die today was because she wanted to research and make sure she figured out the best way. Make sure that it was a success. The 16 simultaneous slushies when she arrived and another 11 at lunch was enough. The messages on her MySpace and the notes in her locker telling her the whole school wished she would just die won. Rachel was tired and could no longer handle the weight in her heart.
Thursday:
Rachel was angry. She was tired of the hate she received. She was tired of people telling her how she should act, what she should believe. She was done being the one to be ok with it. She was not putting up with anyone. She even shoved a slushy into a jock's face as he was about to throw it. She was going to spend her last few days not caring about who she pissed off.
Friday:
Rachel finally realized no matter what she did it wasn't enough. She wouldn't ever gain the friendship of her classmates. She no longer talked in class. She did not sing, answer questions or do anything that would piss her classmates off, but they would get mad at her anyway. She didn't care because she was done. She had finalized her plan and now it was just a matter of when.
Saturday:
Rachel deleted her MySpace. After all of the comments she received she couldn't take it anymore. She stared at the hunting knife in her hand longingly. Finally she ran it across her arm sighing in relief as she saw and felt the blood run out. She was contemplating that night being the last one. The only reason she decided against it was she did want something good to come out of her death. She was hoping if she let her classmates know the pain their actions caused they might change their ways. Rachel wasn't naïve. She knew that chances were slim, but she figured if even one person could change then it was a victory.
Sunday:
Rachel knew that she could not win. There was no way she would make it another week. She could barely make it another day. She was only sad for her dads. They would return to find her gone. They would be hurt, but they would move on. She made sure to leave them a letter to let them know it wasn't their fault. She would miss them, but she just did not have the strength to fight anymore. She was already gone anyway. Everything that made up Rachel Berry was gone. All that was left was to remove herself physically.
Monday:
This was the day. Rachel would give her concert and take her final bow. Rachel looked around and let herself remember everything that had caused her to reach this point. The notes telling her to kill herself, the slushies, a distinct lack of friends, everyone laughing at her, being shoved into lockers and downstairs, the photos of her changing, teachers doing nothing, all of this led Rachel to where she was. Rachel went to the choir room and ran her hand over the piano. She mentally prepared herself. She took a deep breath and then entered the auditorium to face those who treated her the worst one last time.