A/N: The following chapter takes place immediately following the last. Thanks so much for reading and please review!
Dear Diary,
It didn't work. Only I could screw up my own suicide…
Will read and reread the beginning of this entry more times than Sue Sylvester mocked his hair. He couldn't believe that Rachel had ever considered this let alone less than a few days ago. The rain now took on a new meaning in Will's life, one of pathetic fallacy. It started off slow, only slightly heavier than the drizzling mist that had occurred all day. But the longer Will spend in his office, the heavier it got. By the time he decided to leave and find Rachel, the storm crashed, the lightning flashed and the rushing winds were strong enough to blow over any single person. The knowledge that Rachel could be outside in the dangerous weather only made him more determined.
He sprinted out of his office with as much urgency as physically possible. He had to work quickly in order to protect her. If I were a neurotic teenage girl just expelled from my life's purpose where would I go…Will thought. He assumed his thoughts were silent, but he passed Mercedes on the run and she must have heard him.
"Mr. Schue, what's up? Glee was supposed to start like 10 minutes ago. We've all been looking for you," Mercedes asked in a rather calm manner. Will couldn't blame her. She didn't know about Rachel's suicide attempt.
"Uh…Mercedes gather everyone in the choir room and just wait until I get there. I have some business to take care of," he said anxiously as he continued searching for Rachel.
"Okay, we're all waiting for you," but Will Schuster didn't hear Mercedes' last sentence.
He ran faster than his legs could carry, frantically searching the school for Rachel. She wasn't in any of the restrooms, which he was ashamed to say he checked each and every one of them for both genders, nor was she by her locker, in the cafeteria, in the stadium building or even at ballet club practice.
He grew exasperated from his seemingly eternal search. After about 10 more minutes of the search he went back to the choir room to deal with the probably anxious glee club. He walked in rather briskly and immediately saw the petite brunette he had been searching for standing at the piano with a tray of cookies. She was on the verge of tears, but he could tell she was suppressing it very well. No wonder no one knew that she was trying to kill herself…he thought with a vapid, dumbfound look on his face.
"I know you suspended me from glee, but I had made my famous sugar cookies for you and was planning got deliver them today. I couldn't bring myself to cause anyone else to do it. I just wanted to apologize for how rude and egocentric I have been lately. Believe me; it will all be over soon. Thank you for your time," and with that, she exited the room with a perky stride in her step that really didn't compliment her situation.
An eerie silence loomed over the room. Will Schuster stood staring at the door Rachel had just exited, and all of the other glee club members sat and stared, perplexed, at their teacher.
"Mr. Schue, I don't know if I should get into it, but why the hell would you suspend Rachel from glee? Do you want us to lose?" A particularly confused Finn asked waiting for some story about team work or how they are only as good as their weakest link and that one star can't help them in the long run. Instead he slowly turned his head towards Finn and sighed.
"It was a mistake, Finn." On that note, he turned around and continued his search for the ever enchanting and aggravating, Rachel Berry. She couldn't have gone too far, she had only left a minute or two before. Even if she ran, she was wearing a skirt and Mary Janes, while Will was wearing jeans and sneakers. He noticed in the choir room that she was missing her backpack, so he ran as quickly as possible back to her locker where she had probably left it. Will darted through hallways, avoiding loose papers on the floor at all costs. The closer he got to Rachel's locker, the thicker the canopy of papers covering the ground grew. Stopping to pick up a particular clump that stuck together like they had been ripped out at the same time, he couldn't help but hear crying coming from the girls restroom nearby. He looked down at the papers he clutched in his sweating hand and read them.
Dear Diary,
Today daddy took me to the doctor and told me that he was concerned, that he noticed not just a change in me, but many changes lately. I figured naturally that he meant my abs were getting more sculpted as I added numerous crunch variations to my morning routine. When we got there I saw a man with a nervous twitch that looked like he was constantly cringing in pain. I got really nervous when I saw a little girl popping pills and realized that it was an antidepressant. Daddy told me that he thought I had reached the point of hopelessness and that this was the only way to fix it; with psychopharmacology.
Will couldn't believe what he was reading. Not only was it strange to see Rachel as having any mental condition, but it was even stranger to know that it scared her. He figured he had to help her, and not just for his selfish purposes of helping the club anymore.
He took one deep breath and cautiously approached the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, so he stuck one foot in and prepared for the worst.
Inside on the cold, dirty, tile floor laid Rachel Berry: unconscious with blood streaming from her nose, forming a dismal puddle on the floor. Will almost broke down crying at the sight. She looked so lifeless and somber laying there in a puddle of her own blood. Tears streaked across his face, but he couldn't sit there and do nothing, so he removed his phone.
Crying into the phone he spurted out, "Hello, 911, I think we have a drug overdose."