Author's Note:

Thank you guys for reading, this is my first fan-fic even though I've been meaning to write one for sometime now. So please leave reviews and any critiques so I can write better stuff for you guys and please tell me what you like and I'll try incorporate it into the story, thanks for reading guys

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The Bold writing is the voice in Rachel's head.

Chapter 2-

I didn't sleep at all that night, I sat on my bed staring at the shard of broken mirror, listening to her, trying to block out the sounds of my Dad's fighting, they were screaming at each other and occasionally I heard something shattering and sobbing. I just clutched my pillow tighter and tighter to my chest and sung Barbara Streisand under my breath, I could feel the tears running down my face but I did not make a sound. I had no right to cry, this was all my fault, I ruined their relationship and our family, at least that is what my dads had shouted at me. They were all I had left, they were the only people who hadn't broken me yet. The same thing happens every single time, you would think I would have come to expect it by now after Finn, Puck, Mercedes, Kurt, Jesse, Shelby, Tina, Artie, Mr Schuester, Mike and everyone I have ever cared about that abandoned and broken me, but still every heartbreak still feel like the first, but I question; how many more times will my heart break before there's nothing left to break?

Hush, My sweet it's alright, how can they do this to you? They know you have no one, yet this isn't the first time you have been ignored and neglected, you need to make it stop…

She whispered things to me all night, comforting me and assuring me but pressing that something had to be done, I'm a little anxious to know what she has in mind but I can't shut her out of my head, I need her, I can't be alone. So I listen to her, she tells me to do things and I'm little unsure about doing what she says, I used to fear her so much and what she could be capable of, but I do I come to trust her. I no longer talk out loud, I don't even listen my whole world is in my head, I don't even react to all the bullying because even though everyday the abuse gets worse, I know I have her and it's more than I have had in a long time. Though she does not ignore the bullying like I do, I can feel it even though I completely deny it as much as I can to myself, after every taunt, attack and slushee, I can feel her anger growing and consuming. I have become so used to doing exactly what she tells me, I don't notice until now that she has been slowly getting almost complete control over me.

I get ready for school, wearing what she tells me to, eating what she tells me to, I go to school and it is the same as everyday; Finn and Puck fawn over Quinn, Quinn gives her the sorta look that says 'I'm going to destroy you' even though she has everything, Santana and Brittany have each other and the rest of the group laugh and smile. I walk into the Glee room, sit at the back as usual and zone out and talk to her, until I am snapped out of it when the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen walks in and starts to sing 'Billionaire' his voice is angelic , his lips look so kissably soft, his hair like shining gold and his eyes are so green, shinning like emeralds with hope. Sam…

Oh God! Talk about smokin'! I bet he's got abs you could grate cheese on! My sweet, we must have him Just look at his…

I roll my eyes at the vulgar way she continues to describe his body, but nevertheless I agree, I definitely wanted to know him.

The lunch bell rings and I follow Sam but I am shoved out of the way as he is crowded by the Glee kids praising him on his performance. I realise I would never have a chance with someone like him, I caught my reflection in the glass trophy case, look at me, I am disgusting, no wonder they don't like me. I am shoved and glared at before deciding it would be better if I left. Suddenly all I can feel is burning and like my throat is closing, my heart and my veins are being pumped with fire, I am overwhelmed by rage, and I hurry to the janitors closet before the weight and intensity of the emotion makes me collapse shaking, working hard just to get a breath. I can hear her voice in my head I wince at how angry and venomous her voice is.

How dare they, we have nothing and they treat us like we are diseased! My Sweet I have told you time and time again that we cannot let this continue that we must do something. But no! You refuse, so WE will not do anything… I will.

Another jolt of pure rage passes through me shocking my body making every part of me quiver and shake in excruciating pain and my head pounds like a jack hammer, my head swims and black spots fill my vision and I try to get one last breath before I pass out.

Why do they always hurt me?