A/N: I haven't decided yet if I will leave this as a one-shot or make it a full story. I'm leaning towards the story, but I would like some opinions on which way to got. This is my first fic so please play nicely.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee in any way, shape, or form.

Prologue

From the outside, Rachel Berry looks confident, strong, and happy. On the inside, she is falling apart.

At school she keeps her head held high and a smile on her face. Even with the daily slushy facials, name calling, bullying, and pornographic pictures, she never shows any sign of weakness.

Her dads are never around. Work and trips are more important to them then their own daughter. The novelty of having a daughter has worn off after the years, and they both are starting to regret having her. But they would never admit it to anyone, even each other.

Her mother doesn't want anything to do with her. Shelby worked so hard to get Rachel to figure out that she was her mother. Shelby however decided that she didn't want to deal with a having a teenage daughter. Rachel knows that she regrets even contacting her and maybe even regrets having her as a daughter. This is justified when Shelby turns around and adopts Quinn and Puck's daughter Beth. It's a slap in the face to Rachel, especially since she had told her about the names Quinn calls her and about the slushies.

She has no friends. Not one person likes her. She wishes more then anything that just one person would be there for her. Puck just wanted sex and to get his mom off his back for a while and used her since she's Jewish as well, Jessie was using her for Shelby, Finn cheated one her with one of the Cheerios, Shu and the rest of Glee only (barely) put up with her for her voice. She officially has nobody.

What would someone see if they looked closer and actually paid a small amount of attention to her? They would see a girl who has lost a sparkle in her eyes and the joy of life. And if they looked really close, they might catch a glimps of the numerous cuts adorned on her body. Cuts fresh from the night before or even from this morning before school started. Or the hundred or so scars that are on every area of her body now.

She wonders if one person knew, would they even care?