Very short chapter introducing Rachel.
I didn't plan on talking about her for a while but I had to write it at least to see where she was. It turned out to be a good idea because while I was writing it I get a very clear picture of her story. Now I know that Rachel is in a really dark place in her life and that she's not gonna get through it on her own.
Hope you enjoy the reading and, don't be shy, leave a comment ;)
CHAPTER 3: WHITE WALLS
She hated those white walls and she really couldn't understand why.
She was lying on the bed, the mattress was too thin and she could have sworn to feel the bed slat beneath it. She turned and tossed around hoping to get some sleep but, of course, there was never the chance: she was restless, as she had been for the past few months. It wasn't that Apocalypse thing (the world ended Rach, face it and move on) but the person she turned out to be because of it.
She remember when she still had dreams and she thought she could be a star, a role model, someone to look up to, an inspiration or – as she called herself – a selfless emotion giver. Looking back, now, all of that seemed stupid and pretentious. It took her to live through the Apocalypse to understand it but, at least, she learned her lesson: real word is hard and physical. All that emotion stuff is just some fancy talking you can indulge into if things are going really good or really bad, depending on where you stand on, but when you try to survive emotion become a baggage that slows you down. You start hoping you can stop feeling, then you start thinking you don't need feeling and then you end up believing that feeling is just useless. And by then singing about "feelings" is just the stupidest thing among a long list of stupid things you could do.
So, nope, no more singing for Rachel Berry anymore.
- Are you up Rachel?
- Come in.
Patrick peeked inside. He was a shy boy, which was a rather strange quality given their situation.
- Are you… presentable?
Rachel sighed. She was presentable, indeed, but that wasn't really the point.
- Come on in, you idiot!
He opened the door furthermore, taking a few steps inside. Patrick was a nice looking guy, dark skinned and with soft and curly brown hairs.
- So, tonight. – He started.
- Yes, tonight.
- I know you don't like this kind of things but I do believe it's a good idea. It will help to take the edge off for so many of us. A little normality, you know, it might do wonders.
- If you say so.
Patrick moved forward and sat on her. He played for a little while with her fingers, slowly massaging them and then interlacing them with his own.
- I get that you're not a party girl but I was wondering…
- Yes – She cut him off before he could finish – I will be there with you, obviously.
- Obviously… you make it sound like a duty.
Rachel sat up and took his face in her hands looking straight at his eyes. She didn't say a word; she just leaned over to place a light kiss on his lips.
- Go – She whispered, moving her hands on his chest and gently, but firmly, pushing him away.
Patrick sighed and obeyed.
- Later Rach.
- Later P.