Reason 1
I never knew that silence could be so painful. But it was. The grainy sound of the tape filled the room as Rachel's voice paused from the tirade of accusations. I glanced back at the group, watching as fear slowly filled their eyes. Fear, not shame. Guess Berry was really onto something.
I never knew what made me stand out. Maybe it was my clothes. Maybe it was the way I walked. O r maybe I'm just a freak. So different from everyone that I give a natural aura of weird. This would not have been too bad if I was left to be weird in my own little world. Unfortunately life is cruel and decided I must pay for my strangeness. A strangeness people view as bad all because of one Quinn Fabray.
It was the first day of high school. A nice day with a few clouds in the sky. I was not too different from the rest of the crowd. In fact you could say I looked like everyone else. But that would have been a lie. Why else would you choose to bully me? All it took was one mean word and the rest followed.
Why? I had nothing while you had everything. I was just some oddly dressed freshman trying to figure out the structural set up not some budding rival. You knew nothing of me yet you acted as though you knew everything. You had yet to see my talent. You had yet to hear me speak. You had yet to let me show when you decided to take every opportunity from me.
You started the vicious cycle of torture all because I was different. Even worse you took away my chance to live. No one would know me for my voice. My intelligence. My essence. They would know me from your taunts. Your insults. Your assumptions.
Why? You had everything. Looks, talent, and brains. Later on, yes, we had a competition but the first day of school we were naught but strangers. People who knew nothing that was and had no idea of what would become.
One simple word and my life was destined. Condemned. Doomed. I suffered taunts and insults and attacks. People judge me. People hate me. People don't know who I really am.
You may not have finished me off but you gave the blow. The first stab. The first reason.
I snuck a glance at Quinn. Her pale face was like milk. Cold and deathly pale. She didn't look anyone in the eye but simply stared. Once again the grainy tape swallowed the room. Only this time it wasn't silent. It was loud. It was filled with hate. And accusations.
A/N: A short chapter but I think it sums up the beginning of Rachel's hell. Besides the chapters are suppose to be short on account that the plot includes a single tape of Rachel's final words to her former Glee clubbers.
Well I hope you enjoyed it. Hopefully you'll stick around for the next chapter. I know I'm horrible at posting regularly but since this is a short story I should be updating frequently. Plus I want to finish this before I lose the feel for the sorrow.