Suicide.
It's a small, 7 letter word.
It means a lot though.
Death.
People throw these words around like it's nothing.
Like it doesn't matter who hears, who takes it to heart, they are just words.
But words have the power to destroy. Rachel Berry know this all too well.
The icy sludge stuck to her only clothing she brought today. She removed the black hoodie that smelt of the sickly sweet scent of popularity and power. Discarding of the hoodie and throwing it to the wet bathroom floor, Rachel turned on the tap, making sure the water was as hot and scorching as the anger that was pulsating in her blue veins. But no. She shouldn't retaliate. She couldn't. If she did, she would end up in the Principal's Office and her plan to commit suicide would be foiled. Anyway, she'd be dead by evening. The less she was noticed, the more chance she had about pulling it off. Clear water hit Rachel's face, dripping but burning. It was a soothing sensation, one of pain but fulfilment. But later, she would feel the best pain and fulfilment of her short life. Death. It is what she needed, like humans need water. A necessity in order to be alive. But Rachel didn't need to be alive, there was no point. Her voice was all she had, yet she was ridiculed for it. How could someone who believed to be talented and felt confident in everything, breakdown and just wither away to what was almost nothing. Almost.
After grabbing her hoodie off the wet, white tiled bathroom floor, she wiped her face with the soaked front and gave her limp hair a vigorous rub. A soft sigh escaped her lips, fading in the harsh air surrounding her. The black hoodie was then placed carefully on her sunken body. A glance in the misty mirror reflection was all she needed to see. Eyes that hold no sparkle; the strands of brunette hair that hung with a sense of fatigue; her thin frame. The blunt reality of life was too much.
A small, frail hand swung round with an beckoned force. Her hand wedded glass, and with a distinct shatter, the mirror fractured into a thousand, sharp pieces. The broken shards of glass fell to the floor, finding a home around Rachel's petite feet. As Rachel looked down, unable to comprehend what she had just done, she saw many faces. Deep set eyes looking back at her. Too much. She quickly shook her head, unwillingly trying not to cry. Why was she so unlovable? So unworthy? A raspy cough filled her lungs, taking over her body. She had no control.
Realising the bell had rung quite a long time ago for class, she hobbled out of the bathroom. Her shoes swept the hallway and heaving breaths filled the silence that entrapped the school. Not noticing where she was going, she ended up hobbling straight into a tall, well built person. A deep grunt was heard.
Finn Hudson.
Incredibly sorry about having major writer's block but I felt this needed to be done! And for anyone wondering, I prefer short chapters so I can build the story up in small bursts rather than elongating the chapter and droning on, so sorry for anyone who likes reading longer chapters. Quality, not quantity, as the saying goes!
Thank you all for reading and my other story should be updated by the end of the week!
For anyone who is good at guessing - please comment which phrase is my favourite in the chapter because I really love the sound of it haha x