A/N: Someone pointed out that I said Will was seventy. Haha. That was a mistake. I meant to say seventeen. I thought that I would add Sue in this fic! Continue to R&R 3 I proofread quickly. Sorry for errors. Another busy day!

Emma had never been someone who was bullied. This new lifestyle was completely new to her. Since she was eleven she had been best friends with the most popular girl in the school.

Emma expected everything that came to her over the next week of school. She expected the pushing and the name calling, but it didn't make it any easier. She kept her head high though, making sure that Terri didn't know that she was killing her. She took her anger out on herself instead.

And Terri did think that what she was doing wasn't affecting Emma, but instead of discouraging Terri, it was only as if someone had thrown gasoline on her fire.

Terri was not the kind of person who would be okay with her words not hurting someone when they were intended to kill.

The truth was Terri really wasn't who was hurting her. All she was going was giving Emma the ammunition that she needed to hurt herself.

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"Emma. I really wish that you wouldn't have started this war." Terri said to her during their lunch period. Of course Emma was alone, but Terri had her trusty steeds by her side, Lily and Megan. "I really didn't want to hurt you that bad, but you really gave me no choice."

"Terri, you can't hurt me. You can call me every name in the book. I'm the one in control here."

And in control she was.

Terri smiled. "Now now. I don't think that that's true, you see, because I know who you are and I know how to break you."

Not as badly as I can break myself.

"I can kill you."

Please do it now.

"I hate you."

I hate me too.

"Terri." She said out loud. "Nothing you say can hurt me."

"What if I say that you're pathetic? What if I say that you're nothing? What if I say that you're never going to be as good as me, no matter how hard you try? You will always and forever be the same pathetic, disgusting excuse for a human. You might as well give up now. End it for all of us."

No. Giving up was too easy. She decided there that Terri was right. She should end it. She owned that to everyone in her life that she hurt. She wasn't going to just let herself go like that though. She deserved much worse than that.

She was going to make sure that she hurt herself in every way possible before she went through with what she decided then and there she was going to.

She hated herself. She hated herself more than Terri ever could, and she wanted to make sure that she hurt herself more than Terri could.

She did hurt herself that night. In the shower, as she always did. A long deep cut from the top of her thigh to right before the bend in her knee.

For a minute, when she touched the self-inflicted wound, she felt calm and peaceful. She knew that she had this power over her life. She had the strength to hurt herself.

Or was it weakness?

Regardless, it was something that was her's, and no one could take that from her. Not even Terri.

She felt everything around her grow serene as her head started to sway.

So much blood.

Too much blood?

Everything went black, as she faded away, landing with a thud, on the shower floor.

Bang! Bang! Bang! "Emma, are you okay?" Her mom said, worry in her voice as she pounded as the bathroom door.

Emma opened her eyes, and she re-entered reality.

"Emma!"

"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. I just dropped the shampoo bottle."

"Emma, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm sure, Mom. I'll be out in a minute."

As far as Emma was concerned she was okay. She went to bed, feeling better than she had in a long time, making herself forget that tomorrow was sure to bring her back down.

-xxx-

Emma wanted to go to Cheerios practice, but the cuts and bruises that were beginning to finally fade were visible when she wore her Cheerios uniform. That was why she turned it in one day, clad in her usual long sleeved shirt and jeans. It wasn't like she had been to Cheerios practice since her fight with Terri.

"I'm sorry Coach Sylvester." She said, as she handed the uniform into her. "I just really don't think that I can finish the season."

"Sit down, Red." She said, not looking up from her journal as she wrote in it.

"I… I really should be going; my mom's waiting in the parking lot." She said, although she sat down anyway, Sue could be a very intimidating person, usually when she told you to do something; it was your pleasure to abide.

Sue ignored her protest and set her journal down. "Terri is evil. We all know it. What more do you expect, I trained her."

Emma didn't say anything; she just looked down at the seam of her shirt, which seemed to be particularly fascinating to her.

"You're a good Cheerio. I don't say that a lot, because there are few people that I can say it to and mean it, but you are, Pillsbury. That's why I want you to take this uniform back and show that over-tanned bimbo who the real bitch of this squad is."

"I really can't Coach Sylvester. I'm sorry."

"I think you can. Maybe you don't want to, but you can."

"Fine," Emma said. "Then I don't want to."

"I thought you were better than this, Red. I really thought I saw a young Sue Sylvester when I looked into your beady little eyes."

"Well I'm sorry, but I'm not you. I'm not strong like you are…"

"You're not like me, that's for sure, but maybe the problem isn't that you're not strong. Everyone else could just be stronger."

"Then everyone else is stronger and I can't handle to be around them because… I'm weak."

"I never thought that you were weak, but after this conversation I see that you are."

And she was growing weaker by the minute.

"There's a lot about me that you don't understand." Emma said.

"Spoiled little rich girl who's always gotten everything she wanted and is now a little upset because something in her plan to slide through high school went astray? I have news for you. Most people deal with their whole lives what you've had to deal with for only a few short days. They learn to deal with it."

"I am dealing with it."

"By becoming a quitter?"

"There's a lot about me that you don't understand Coach, and no offense, but I don't really think that I would want you too. I have to quit Cheerios so that I can deal with the pain in my own way."

"Sounds like a cop out."

"I don't care what it sounds like to you. I know what I have to do." She got up and walked out.

She knew what she had to do. And she would do it.

It was only a matter of time.