AN: Hey people, sorry for the long wait for an update. My laptop is having issues so updates may be scarce for awhile, but I will try and update as frequently as I can. Please enjoy

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN GLEE. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS ASIDE FROM Isabella. I DO NOT OWN ANY SONGS MENTIONED IN THE FANFICTION.

*Thursday*

I slowly opened my eyes knowing it was much to early to go to school. Often times when I can't sleep my mind goes to a dark place. I need constant distraction to keep myself from thinking on how meaningless my life is. I let out a sigh and grabbed my mp3 player which had turned off after playing through my Green Day playlist. I turned it on and put on some 2ne1 to keep my mind busy. When the clock hit 5 I decided to get ready and leave for school grabbing a hat and sunglasses to hide the bruise. I arrived around 6:30. ' Still early... ' I thought to myself. I was glad to find the doors open so to pass the time I wandered to the auditorium. I made sure no one was around and I practiced a few dances to some of the newer k-pop songs I had downloaded as well as a few old ones. I stopped when I heard Please Don't Go come on. ' I wonder what she's doing now... 'I took out my cell phone and scrolled down to her name on my contacts. Lee Bongi...

*Flashback 2 Years ago*

I had just gotten assigned to janitorial duty after school. I needed another job to pay our bills. Of course it didn't make it easier with the other students, but it didn't bother me. Money is money and a job a job. One day I got assigned cleaning one of the dance rooms, but when I arrived there it was occupied and strange music filled the air as a group of girls performed a song.

~Come in Come in Come in dareun saesangeuro
Jikyeobkiman han komineun ijae deungeul jigo
La La La La gashik eobneun naui kkotnoraero
Ha Ha Ha Ha dashineol bichi mothaedoruk

Now Let's chumeul chumeul chumeul chouyo Wanna get down
Boda kkeun kkumeul kkumeul kkumeul gwo saesangeun naemam
Daero da hal su ittgiyae kkeum jayureul euihae Tonight Tonight Oh~

Nae nunbicheun bitnaneun byeol deulro
Na shimjangsogeun tae u neun jeo beulbitdo
Yeongweonhajin anhkyeatji deo irheul keon eobsji
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh OH Yeah

Na mi mi mi mi mi mi michigo shippeo
Deo pali tik tik tik tik tik tik tik tikgo shippeo
Jeo nopeun bildingeuro jeo pureun haneuleoro
Keukae so ri ri ri ri ri ri richigu shippeo~

I watched and listened entranced by the music. I had learned Korean for my second language and could easily understand the words of the song, but I had never heard Korean pop music before. After they finished one of the girls looked at me, made a remark and laughed. I quickly looked down and resumed mopping.

"Ya!" One of the other girls yelled. "Geunyeoege sagwahae! Jigeum." It had meant "Apologize to her! Now." Her friend only gave her a look and said no. The girl let out a sigh and walked over to me. "I'm sor-"

"Don't." I interrupted. "You... didn't need to stand up for me. I'm used to it. Don't worry about it." I said going back to my work. She gave me a concerned look.

"Never let anyone walk over you. You do not deserve it." I let out a sad laugh.

"Listen I appreciate it but you don't know me so obviously you don't know that." She shook her head.

"You just said your used to it. You took this job knowing people would say stuff, but you did it anyway. You've experienced teasing many times before... That's why your used to it, but seeing as you probably took the job because you needed it for your family... Your a good person and don't deserve it." I just looked at her a little shocked.

"How did you..."

"I can read people." She smiled. "It's a talent of mine. Names Lee Bongi. Yours?

"... Isabella Walker." I said slowly.

"Well then Izy, what did you think of our performance?"

"It was great. I really liked the song. Who's it by?"

"2ne1!" She grinned. "If your gonna be cleaning after school from now on you'll be learning about a lot of Korean pop bands. We practice everyday after school. We're trying to get into a good college for singing and we specialize in Korean pop. Since it is where we all moved here from."

"I see. I'm sure you will. You're all great singers."

"How about you?"

"What?" I questioned.

"You sing?" She asked.

"No..." I said. ' Not since my dad told me I can't... 'Her head tilted to the side as she stared at me.

"We'll see about that."

"What do you mean?" I asked. She rummaged through her bag and handed me a CD.

"Study the song Please Don't Go. Then perform it with me. Look up the dance moves online."

"But I can't-" She put her hand over my mouth.

"I don't wanna hear it. Everything about you says you can. I wanna hear your voice. Don't worry, you'll be singing with me. No one else has to hear it." She smiled. "I'll make you a deal. If you can't sing... I'll drop it, but if I think you have talent... You're gonna join my friends and I in our practice."

"Even if I can sing, which I can't, I have this work-"

"We'll help you. Well... I will. Get done quicker and we will practice a little later. Their always complaining to practice RIGHT after school ends anyway." I stood silent for a moment.

"... Why do you care?" I asked confused at her kindness.

"You remind me of a friend back in Korea... She was like my little sister."

"Was?"

"She died..."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It was instant. So... she didn't feel pain. She's watching over me now... odd since I was always the one watching her. Anyway is it a deal?" She extended her hand. I looked at it for a few moments before I finally shook her hand.

"Deal." I never understood her kindness. The day came to perform the song. I was nervous, but she had a way of calming me. That and she also loved making me do things I was uncomfortable with. She called it helping me break out of my shell. After we sang the song she smiled at me.

"I knew it... You have an amazing voice. You're not too bad on your feet either. With a little training you can be a great dancer." Bongi said. From that day on she helped me with my job and I learned many kpop songs and dances... but as we got closer... she came closer to the truth. She quickly discovered the cutting and tried to ask me why I did multiple times, but I was always honest in answering.

"I just... I can't tell you. I trust you. You're the only real friend I've made and I trust you... I just can't..." I always responded. Soon after she discovered the cutting she noticed the bruises. When I told her, "Don't worry. I just got in a fight with some kids-" She interrupted me immediately.

"I understand if you don't want to tell me like the cutting, but... Don't lie to me." She would respond. I felt bad keeping it from her. She had become like family. Like the mother I lost except... more of a sister. More time passed. She got accepted to a college in New York. It was only a month before her departure when she decided to go over to my house and surprise me on my birthday. That's when she saw me outside in tears with a black eye. She immediately knew what had happened. "We need to go to the cops Izy."

"No!" I yelled through my tears.

"Izy you can't-"

"He's the only person I have... The only family I have... What will I do if I were to send him to prison?"

"... You can stay with me. I can go to a college here-"

"No! I will not have you throw away your future because of me... You deserve to go to New York. It's always been your dream." I said wiping her now falling tears away. "He's my father... I.. I can't do that to him. Look at me." I said turned her head towards me. "You taught me to be strong. Before you know it... I'll be 18. I will be able to move. You know I already have a good savings from what I hide of my pay. I can handle myself that long. Go live your dream."

"I can't loose another little sister... You're family to me Izy. I love you. I can't watch you get hurt."

"And you wont. Why? Cause your going to New York." She looked down and thought about it for a moment.

"No Iz. I'm not leaving you here. We're going to call the police and-" She said getting her phone out.

"PLEASE!" I said tears starting to fall again. "I'm begging you... He's my father... My only family... Don't do this." I begged.

"Izy..."

"Please."

"... Fine. Just... please... if this gets out of hand... promise me you'll contact the police."

"..." I sat there silent.

"Promise me Izy!"

"... I promise. If this gets out of hand... I will call the police." She hugged me tightly then looked at me.

"Hey Izy... Will ya sing one more song with me?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"A Goose's Dream." The song sounded horrible since we were still in tears, but at the same time it wasn't that bad. After that she still didn't want to leave, but I forced her to go. I wanted her to live out her dream... I would not be the reason she couldn't. After that dad couldn't make payments on the house... He got more violent. I knew Bongi could tell if I was lying so I stopped talking to her. I sent a text now and again but eventually stopped all together when I changed my number. It was better she didn't know... about a year after that we moved to Lima, Ohio.

*end flashback*

I let out a sigh as I closed my phone. I knew I couldn't stand this life much longer, but... I didn't want to drag her into it. ' I'm too far passed help... It would only make her depressed to know how bad it's gotten... 'I thought to myself. I felt the dark part of my mind taking control again. In all honesty I had no idea what I was doing with my life. I knew it was useless... At this point tears no longer came. I felt dead inside. The bell ringing broke my line of thought and I slowly made my way to class. Before long it was lunch. I decided to walk to the auditorium hoping Rachel wasn't practicing today so I'd have a quiet place to go to. I turned the corner and there was a couple of football players.

"Well if it isn't the new goth girl." One snickered. I stopped and looked at him UN-amused.

"I believe it's more of a punk look, but" I shrugged. "I don't believe in labels." He smirked.

"Talking back huh? That's gonna get you trouble."

"Hey, I think she joined homo explosion." His friend said.

"If your crude term was referring to the Glee club then yes. However I take offense to the term. Not everyone in the club is gay. So what if they are? None of them are bothering you."

"See they are bothering me. By existing."

"Well... I'm sure your existence is bothering them and many others by being a homophobic ignorant pig." I remarked. He glared at me and before I knew it I felt a cold icy liquid dripping down my face.

"Eat that fag." He said walking away. I wiped a little off my face and examined it. ' Slushy...'Just then I was lead to the nearest girls room.

"I'm sorry... I thought the whole slushy thing had passed... it hasn't happened in awhile." Rachel spoke softly while grabbing a towel from a bag.

"Guess I'm just lucky..." I responded voice dripping with sarcasm. Luckily the slushy only got on my face, hat, jacket and only a little on my hair. Rachel gave me a concerned look.

"... Thank you."

"For what?" I asked as I took off my jacket and ran it under water in the sink.

"You don't even know us and you stood up for us. Not many people would do that."

"... It's no problem. I can't stand people like that. Plus... You... didn't judge me. You accepted me without hesitation. It only seems right I return the favor and stick up for you." I said grabbing a paper towel. She smiled.

"Let me. I've done this more times then I can count." She started gently wiping off the slushy with her towel. ' Her touch is so soft... 'I thought to myself. The thought distracted me and I did not notice her remove my hat. She then looked confused and slid off my sun glasses then gasped. "Isabella... what happened?" She asked concerned.

"I... I uh... I hit my head pretty hard when I fell off my board after I walked you home." I lied worried she'd see through it.

"You should be wearing pads and a helmet. You know safety is one of my number one rules. In fact-" She went into a speech about safety as she gently cleaned the rest of the blue sticky liquid off my face. I couldn't help but smile. ' she's so cute when she rants... ' I thought to myself. Immediately after I felt a pang of hurt once again knowing that under no circumstance would we ever be together. ' Why do I like her this much... I don't even know her... 'I thought. My thoughts were silenced as I noticed her glare. "Are you listening to me? This is important! You could really get hurt." She said both angry, but also concerned.

"No I was listening." I smiled. "Thanks for helping me Rach." She smiled happily.

"No ones ever really called me Rach besides Finn before. Thanks Izy." I froze at the nickname.

"I'm sorry... I assumed since you called me by a nickname that we were possible nurturing the beginning of a friendship and it would be appropriate for me to call you by a nickname. I will fully understand though if you do not yet consider us "friends" or do not like the nickname Izy I could-"

"Rach it's okay." I said stopping her. "I just... You reminded me of someone just now." ' I can't have someone else get that close... it will only lead to bad things for her... She's so nice... She doesn't deserve to be pulled into it, but... I can't just say no. 'I thought.

"... Then... Are we... friends?" She asked anxiously looking at me.

"... Sure." I responded. ' She doesn't seem to have many friends... I wonder why... She's so nice. 'I thought surprised. She smiled and gave me a hug.

"You wont regret it!" She squeaked excitedly. I gave her a look and smiled. "What?" She asked confused.

"It's too late. I already do." I responded like I had before. Then I let out a laugh.

"Very funny Izy." She responded trying to suppress her laugh and act angry. Then the bell rang. "Seems like it's time for class." I nodded.

"Where's your next class?" I asked.

"It's not that far. Math class." She responded. I grabbed my bag and hers.

"I'll walk you." I smiled. "My way of saying thanks... For everything."

"You really don't have to." She spoke smiling softly.

"I want to. Don't worry, its not far out of my way." I lied. Truth was I would probably be late for class but I didn't mind.

"Alright." She smiled. I dropped her at her class and quickly rushed back to my class. The rest of the day passed quickly and then I walked to the Glee club for today's session. As I entered the Glee club everyone else was already absorbed in conversation about this and that. Most of the guys talking about Halo, Brittany and Santana talking about cheerio practice, Mike and Tina talking about Mike's abs, Mercedes, Kurt and Blaine talking about the songs their gonna sing next week and the week after and then Rachel was going over some list with Quinn about the party. I wasn't really excited for the party, but I decided why not go since Burt was gonna close up early that day anyway.

"S'up hot mama." Puck said gaining a glare from Quinn.

"Stop calling me that." She growled.

"What? It's true. Anyway I was just gonna ask if we're gonna have access to your parents liquor cabinet or not? Need to know if I have to stock up before Saturday." Puck smiled.

"Who said there was gonna be alcohol at this party?" Rachel squeaked. "We are RESPONSIBLE young adults Noah. There will be no alcohol of any kind, it is just a simple gathering of friends."

"Whatever, there better be booze or me and Brit are out." Santana said.

"Out of what?" Brittany asked confused.

"I'm not spending a whole night with Berry unless I'm wasted. It's just too painful otherwise." Santana continued. Quinn let out a sigh.

"No we can't get into my parent's cabinet but don't buy a lot Puck. We don't need another puke session like after Rachel's party." Quinn said.

"Sweet!" He said excited.

"But-!" Rachel began.

"Come on Rachel. It's just a few drinks, not enough for anyone to get hammered, plus you don't have to drink. I know I wont." She responded giving her a reassuring smile. I cringed slightly seeing as how I hated being around my drunken father, but after considering it for a few moments a night of drinking with other teens may be a good way to forget about some of my troubles. Rachel let out a huff in defeat.

"Fine fine, but I'm not happy about it." She responded.

"Not happy about what Rachel?" Mr. Schue asked entering the room. Everyone looked at her intently awaiting her answer. ' I guess someones not good at lying. ' I laughed to myself. ' Why is her innocent way of thinking so adorable. ' It was true. In many ways Rachel acted like a child. Easily trusting others, seeing the good in people, trying to help others and can't lie well... All these traits I found amazing for someone our age to have. Then she had the other side of her that acted like an overbearing adult. It was almost as if she hadn't faced the dark side of life yet... But then there was another side to her. The part the is always bright in front of others, but as soon as they look away grows dark. ' I wonder what she's hiding... 'I thought to myself. It was obvious that she carried pain, but I had yet to find out what it was caused by.

"N-Nothing Mr. Schue. I was just... UN happy... That I have not yet found a song for my opposite song. It is quite the challenge to choose something I would have troubles with." She responded still slightly truthful. He laughed.

"Well I am wishing you all the best of luck! It is a very important assignment. BUT today we will-" I tuned him out slightly as he went into today's lesson plan. Just as he got out some sheet music for me to pass out a woman came barging in wearing a track suite.

"I have a bone to pick with you Will." She said angrily. He let out a sigh.

"Yes Sue?"

"It has come to my attention that YOU have requested the school to pay for a bus to take you and your lazy, worthless, putrid, sad excuse for a glee club students to a performance from different performing arts colleges at the art center about an hour or two away."

"So?"

"Well the money needed to fund this trip is being taken out of my cheerio's dietician fund."

"The kids need to see their options for college Sue."

"Really? Cause all I see you doing is showing them what colleges they will NEVER be talented enough to get into."

"That's enough Sue!" He yelled.

"Your right Will. It is enough. I will not let you take away my funds for my cheerios so you, will have to pay for this bus yourself. Since it's only a few weeks away I suggest saving up. Maybe you can save by buying less gel for your incredible ridiculous hair. Better yet. Shave it off and save from the money you would have spent on shampoo."

"Sue! You've gone too far!"

"What are you gonna do about Will. You can't stop me. Why you ask? Cause I'm a winner Will. And you and your Glee club will always be losers." She said then left. Mr. Schue let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry guys... We need at least $700 for the bus."

"Don't worry I'm sure we can ask our parents for donations and what we need after that we can make up with some kind of event. Such as washing cars, another bake sale you name it. Plus, doesn't this also affect the second Glee club? I'm sure that girls father will pay for the whole bus." Rachel said.

"True, I'll talk with Shelby about it later. Getting back to today's lesson..." He continued on and I passed out the sheet music for today's song We got the Beat. I was really starting to enjoy the club if only to hear Rachel sing. She had the best voice by far and always had such passion no matter what song she was given to sing. After Glee was over rode over to the auto-shop on my skateboard. It had seemed as though my mood changed 100% since this morning, but as I worked on the cars I knew it would soon end and I would have to return home. I decided to listen to some Joan Jett while finishing up my work at the shop then I rolled on home. When I arrived home and saw my father was not there I let out a sigh of relief. I grabbed the pile of bills on the table and paid them all. After I made my way to my room with a small bowl of fruit for dinner. I was grateful for the days my father had to work. He would not get home till late and usually go to sleep afterwords. Seeing as I had some time before I should get to sleep and even more time till my father would be home I got out my guitar and started playing one of my favorite songs currently.

~Hello Hello Hello Hello Hello
Don't cry Don't cry Don't cry Don't Hello

gaseumi neol an nwajwo amuri tteeonaedo
gyesok neoreul japgo an nwajwo amuri jallanaedo
meonjeo dwidora seol geomyeonseo wae saranghage hae
nunmuri daeche museun joeya~

I sang. After I finished I set my guitar down and laid down on my bed. ' Even on a good day like this... I feel depressed at the end of the day. What is the use of continuing on like this? ' I let out a slight laugh. ' Would anyone even miss me?... ' I hated the way my brain worked but I could not help it. ' I should be happy... I have a friend, but... how long will that last... how long before I block her out because I don't want to let her get involved...' I let out a sigh. Thinking about Rachel was difficult. Had it been anyone else who wanted to be friends I would've just said no, but... There's something about her I just can't say no to. I like her too much. I closed my eyes deciding it useless to think on it and would be better if I just tried and get some rest. I turned on my music to some My Chemical Romance and fell asleep soon after.