I'm thinking of writing a new angsty story, if you want me to, please comment something nice about this story because I really want to write but I can't be asked haha. Anyway, I love all of you :)

If Monday was anything to go by, Tuesday was even worse. Rachel had unusually forgotten to set her alarm clock and yet again, she woke up incredibly late. She slowly crawled out of bed and decided to wash her greasy hair, which hadn't touched water in over 2 weeks. The hot, steaming water trickled down her skin and the pain from the water gave Rachel a sense of empowerment over her body. Once satisfied with the heat, Rachel began to sing, something she had discarded ages ago. Her hoarse voice pierced through the thin walls of the house as she sung,

If anyone asks,

I'll tell them we both just moved on

When people all stare

I'll pretend that I don't hear them talk

Whenever I see you,

I'll swallow my pride

and bite my tongue

Pretend I'm okay with it all

Act like there's nothing wrong

Is it over yet?

Can I open my eyes?

Is this as hard as it gets?

Is this what it feels like to really cry?

Cry

I'm talking circles

I'm lying, they know it

Why won't this just all go away?

Is it over yet?

Can I open my eyes?

Is this as hard as it gets?

Is this what it feels like to really cry?

Cry

Cry

She twisted the handle and the burning water abruptly stopped. Her throat now stung because she gave her all in that song, all her emotions flowed out her. As she stepped out, her eyes glanced up at the mirror. Her skin had a very clear pink tinge to it but it was gradually fading away, just like her pleasure she got from the torture of the water.

Although her usual everyday outfit was sweatpants and jumpers, she felt it was time to try and hide all her feelings by acting happy and joyful, so she dressed up in a simple striped sleeveless top and some jeans in the hope no-one would slush her but instead walk away with the slushie and compliment her outfit. As she rushed downstairs, a small square piece of paper was left on the table. Rachel didn't bother reading it as she knew her dads left early this morning, to go on a 'work vacation' for 5 days. She sighed, feeling quite alone, even if this was a weekly occurrence. The clock chimed, implying it was 8 'o' clock. There was no time for breakfast. 'It wouldn't hurt for one day', Rachel thought. She opened the door, and locked it quickly behind her, and rushed to school in her small Mini Cooper.

Glee!Glee!Glee!Glee!

The bell rang as soon as Rachel stepped into school. She walked down the main corridor and headed to Maths. At least when she reached Maths, no slushie had come into contact with her face. Instead of that daily event, she got looks from many unfamiliar students who had noticed her change in fashion while making their way to first period. It confused her, when she wore sweatpants or reindeer sweaters, no-one would bat an eyelid, but as soon as she bothered in her choices, she would get dirty looks from nearly everyone. She also heard some wolf whistles but ignored them, believing the whistles for some popular Cheerios, definitely not for her at all.

She took a seat towards the back of the classroom, next to Finn. He looked up and down her, staring at her with love and envy, he still feels love when near her and is jealous of how she looks and if any jocks will hit on her without her knowing. He tried to speak to her but she just ignored him,

"Hey Rach-", Finn said, softly.

"Don't call me Rach, only my friends call me Rach, which also means that no-one will call me that nickname", she attacked back, with venom dripping from each word.

"What's up, Rachel? Yesterday you were wearing sweatpants and now you are dressing differently. I mean, I like this look but your personality has adapted into ferocious Rachel, it is not like you. it is like you've changed personalities with Quinn, even though she is my girlfriend"

"Quinn!? How have I changed personalities with her, the Ice Bitch? The answer is in the name, 'Ice Bitch'" Rachel sarcastically quoted, "She has ruined my life, along with the Unholy Trinity, and now I have had enough of it. I'm simply defending myself from everyone's comments and bullying, Finn. You should try it, seeing as Quinn is your girlfriend, after all." Rachel then turned away, and concentrated on the work at hand.

Glee!Glee!Glee!Glee!

Finn felt devastated that he let Rachel slip away from his grasp even more. If Rachel was his girlfriend again, he would protect her with all his heart because he knows something is up with her. What though?, he thought. Could she be depressed? Heartbroken? Vexed about Quinn? Finn could understand the Quinn and the heartbroken idea but surely, Rachel isn't depressed. Come on, this is Rachel Barbara Berry. The girl who loves Broadway and talks a lot and has a MASSIVE personality. However, Finn had noticed she was losing the Broadway and the personality in exchange for silence and bitchiness. She can't be depressed, surely? Can she?

He was disrupted from his deep thoughts when a clear, loud screech shattering the air. This was no ordinary scream, it was a familiar Rachel Berry scream.