"Rachel?" Kurt questioned.
The frail, brunette turned slowly. "Yes, Kurt I do know my outfit is atrocious but not nearly as bad as my animal sweaters right?" She said almost instantaneously.
"No this is worse. This is worse because of not what you're wearing, but how you are wearing it. It is loosely worn and you're all slumped over. Your face shows no sign of any emotion, but devastation. And even if you were to smile it would lack the spectacular Rachel sparkle in your eyes," Kurt replied with.
"Listen, Kurt this is my favorite class of the day can we not do this here?" She asked very lowly since she had seen they had earned ease droppers.
Kurt could barely hear her, but he nodded. Maybe because he made the same realization that people were listening, or maybe because somewhere in his heart it told him that he could not say no to this broken down girl.
"So who prepared a song?" Mr. Schue asked staring what could have been a whole in Rachel's head.
Rachel raised her hand. This would be the first time she would sing in months. "Rachel?" Mr. Schue questioned hand motioning her up there.
She couldn't tell if he was disappointed, or confused. He was definitely afraid of what the tortured soul had to sing.
"Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused"
And with that she sat down. Not another word. Not another glance. Not another glimpse. She sang every emotion she felt, and just sat down.
"Rachel, I know this is personal, but may I see your wrists?" Mr. Schue asked glancing at his student who now had tears forming in the creases of her eyes.
She got defensive, "Do I ask you what is under your sweatshirt, no! Because I trust you why the hell can you not trust me! I don't lie! I am good! I promise Mr. Schue!"
Rachel ran out before Kurt could lift the sleeve up. She was now crying. Rachel does not curse. She does not cry in front of people. It was getting more and more serious by the second.
"Kurt would you go?" Mr. Schue asked of this boy.
But before Mr. Schue even finished asking the question the boy was out the door. He was scared for the diva. He looked in the girl's bathroom. He found her on the ground, and as unsanitary as he thought it was he sat down too. "What's wrong princess?" He asked.
She could tell he was concerned. She could not look up because if she saw the fear and sympathy in his eyes she would break down and tell him. She stared at the ground motionlessly sobbing. He lifted her sweatshirt to reveal one word engraved in her skin. Slut. He was confused. He was shocked. She winced when he put his fingers over it. It looked fairly new; new enough to be the source of the changed Rachel. Older scars marked her thighs that her scrunched up skirt revealed. The strong star was hiding a very big secret. Before Kurt could ask anything Rachel broke the lingering silence, "I-I-I… wa- was r-r-r-r-aped-d."
She completely broke after those words escaped her mouth.
What is going to happen next? Will Rachel tell more to the story? What will Kurt do with all he has seen and heard?
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