A/N: I just wanted to thank my beautiful and amazing girlfriend for her help with this chapter. You're awesome baby, and I love you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

(RPOV)

As the final bell of the day rang, and everyone was heading to their extracurricular activities or going home, only one thought was running through my head. Just the one. It was almost like I could hear the shiny, sharp, steel calling my name, whispering in my ears. Just waiting for me to use it again. I need to feel the pain of my skin split open. I need to watch the river of blood flow from my veins, and I need it now. Before I go insane and in order to deal with the juvenile idiots in that stupid glee club.

I check the time on my phone to see that I have about ten minutes before the start of glee. So that gives me about fifteen to twenty minutes until the usual time Mr. Schue shows up, I thought to myself. In other words, I have plenty of time to do what I need to do to get me through that dumb meeting that I don't even want to go to.

I walked out of my last class into the closest girl's bathroom, and headed straight into an empty stall, locking the door behind me. I opened my backpack, and pulled out the supplies I would need. My breath caught at the sight of my stainless steel best friend, the razor blade. Logically, I knew it had only been a few hours since the last time I answered the siren call, but in my heart I felt like I was being reunited with a long lost friend. Deep down I knew I should be disgusted with myself for feeling that way, but my mind was too focused on the task at hand.

I checked the time once again, to judge how long I had before I needed to start making my way to glee. Five minutes until glee officially began, so ten minutes before I actually needed to be in the choir room. Which, of course, is on the complete other side of the school from me. I had to hurry.

I rolled up the sleeve of my uninjured arm, knowing I wouldn't have the time to unbandage, cut, and rebandage my other arm. Just as I was pressing the blade to my skin, the door to the bathroom swung open. I held my breath as I attempted to see who had come in. I knew it either had to be a glee member or a cheerleader, since no other clubs were meeting today. As I heard the squeak of sneakers against tile, I bent over slightly only to catch a glimpse of pure white Nike cheerleading shoes.

"Fuck." I cursed under my breath. Please don't be Quinn or Santana again. Please. I begged in my head, but knowing my luck it was one of them on the other side of the door. Now the question is, do I finish what I started or do I just head to glee? Decisions, decisions.

Before I had even consciously made the choice, I felt the familiar stinging bite of the blade. I looked down to see the blood begin to trickle from my forearm. I pressed the sharp edge deeper into my skin, the blood beginning to ooze out faster until there was a steady stream flowing down my wrist into the palm of my hand. I cupped my hand slightly to capture the viscous red liquid before it dripped to the floor, the puddle growing larger and larger by the second as the pressure in my head evaporated little by little. I knew I had to finish quickly, so I began to clean up.

I held my bleeding hand over the toilet as I grabbed some gauze to wipe away the blood. I really wanted to continue with my escape from reality, but I didn't want to take a chance of anyone finding out my secret. I cleaned up all the blood that had already spilled from my body, and flushed the blood soaked gauze. I grabbed more gauze to create a bandage for the fresh slice. After I was done with that I rolled my sleeve back down, making sure that the stark white bandage was completely covered.

Whoever had come in earlier still hadn't left. I could see them through the crack between the stall door and the wall standing by the sink, but since they had their back to me all I could tell was that they had blond hair. So it's definitely not Santana. Hopefully, it's not Quinn either, but I wouldn't actually know until I left my little stall of peace. I steeled myself to leave, and act like everything was normal. I plastered on my fake smile, and unlocked the stall door. I took one last deep breath before swinging the door open.

The blond cheerleader turned around at the sound of the door hitting the wall, and of course it was Quinn. Just my fucking luck.

"Berry. Aren't you usually in glee by now?" She asked with narrowed eyes, as if she was suspicious about why I wasn't there already.

"Obviously, I had to use the restroom Quinn. Now if you'll excuse me I need to wash my hands and be on my way." I tried to sound as normal as I possibly could with the blade still calling to me.

Quinn seemed to analyze my every move as I made my way past her to the sink. I only pulled my sleeves up slightly, just enough to make sure they didn't get wet, but I still saw hazel eyes zero in on the bandage she had seen earlier. Thankfully, the new bandage was higher, and couldn't be seen. I heard the door open as I was focusing on my hands, and looked up to see that Quinn had left. Hmm, I wonder what that was about.

As I walked into the choir room, silence descended upon everyone in the room. They all stared at me as if I had grown a second head. I looked around and noticed that I was the last member to show up. Even Mr. Schue was already here.

"Ah, Rachel. Nice of you to finally show up." Mr. Schue was the one to break the quiet.

I didn't feel the need to reply, so I just sat in the only seat available not making any move to do anything.

"Okay. Now that everyone has finally shown up we can get to the assignment for the week." He turned around to write on the white board. ACCEPTANCE. Ha! I couldn't hold back the scoff that fought free of my throat. Everyone's eyes were suddenly on me once again.

"Do you have something you wish to say Rachel?" Mr. Schue questioned.

"No." I replied.

"Don't lie hobbit. Just say what you wanna say. We all know you're going to anyway." That would be Santana, of course.

"Okay. You want to hear what I was going to say? Fine. Here it is. Not one person in this room knows what acceptance truly means. No one in this whole school knows what it means. Hell, no one in this small minded, bigoted town knows what it really means. You don't get to pick and choose who should be accepted. You don't get to decide who is deserving of acceptance. Every human being on this god forsaken planet deserves acceptance. Whether we're white, black, straight, gay, rich, or poor. We are all human beings, and I for one am sick of the inequality that people face every day, because of their race, or sexuality, or social standing. So, Mr. Schue, you want us to do an assignment on acceptance? Well, first everyone here needs to learn what it really means. Including you." With that I got up, grabbed my stuff, and walked out the door.

I was just about to get in my car when I heard someone yelling my name. I looked towards the doors I had just exited a few minutes earlier to see all three members of the Unholy Trinity. Again with making life hell.

"What the hell was that, Berry? Since when do you get all up in arms about something that isn't music related?" Quinn asked.

"What the fuck does it matter to you, Fabray? We're not friends. We don't even like each other. You know nothing about me." I was really getting fed up with everyone in this school. They all think they're so perfect, and anyone who doesn't fit into their standards is beneath them. I can't wait to get out of this stupid town. Just another year and a half, and then I'm gone. I opened my car door so I could leave, but before I had a chance to get in I was being forcefully turned around by the head cheerleader.

"What's your problem, Berry? You've been acting weird for the last couple of months. Everyone in glee has noticed, and we want to know what's going on. We can't have you distracted right now. Regionals are coming up soon."As I looked into the hazel eyes of my tormentor, I once again saw that same emotion that I couldn't identify earlier. It almost looked like genuine concern, but I knew better. She doesn't care about me. None of them do. All they care about is the fact that they need me to win, but they can all go fuck themselves.

"You want to know what my problem is, Fabray? My problem is you. My problem is her." I pointed to Santana. "My problem is everyone in that stupid fucking singing club. My problem is everyone at this school. My problem is this whole fucking town. Does that answer your damn question?"

All three of the cheerleaders were rendered speechless by my little outburst, and I used that as my chance to escape. As I drove out of the student parking lot I could still see the Unholy Trinity standing where I had left them, then turn around to head back into the school.

Fuck. I really need to get home. The pressure is building in my head, and it needs release.

A/N: Well that was the new chapter. What did you think?

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