Romans & histoires Rachel Berry Monologues

Clarke asked calmly with his eyes fixated at her. “Phww!!”Rachel closes her eyes and meditates inside of her. “Close the gates of heaven and hold me still for I might kill a soul and send it to thee” Rachel breathes a breath of lethargy as she grabs her big bowl of waffles into the room and shuts the door behind her. “Babyy!!”Clarke knocked loudly on the door. Rachel walks into the bathroom in a robe and as farther away as she walks into the bathroom the more his voice went faint.

If she followed the script of her usual female lead roles, she would already have slapped Joanna into next week. How could she dare to act so cocky in front of Winston's actual wife? "Let's go somewhere," Rachel said as she opened the door and beckoned for Millie to enter. "Where?" Millie asked. "I'll buy you flowers! I'll buy you a whole truckload! Heck, I'll buy you a whole garden!" Rachel declared. It was just a stupid bouquet of flowers! What was there to show off about it?

She was just herself. "Hi," she said simply. "I'm Rachel. Before I audition, I need to tell you something." Maria and I exchanged glances. "Go ahead," I said. "I'm a survivor too." Rachel's voice was steady but soft. "I left my ex-husband four years ago. He put me in the hospital twice. I've been following your work with the Emma Grace Foundation since it launched." She paused, taking a breath. "I know some people might think I'm using my story to get this role. Maybe I am. But I fought to be here because I understand this character in my bones. I know what it's like to be paralyzed by fear, to lose yourself completely, and then to find the strength to come back."

Daniel poured them each a glass of wine. "Rachel," Daniel said. She looked at him. "Yes?" "Can I ask you something?" "Anything." Daniel was quiet for a moment. "How are you really doing? Not the answer you give Emma. Not the answer you give the police. How are you really doing?" Rachel stared at her wine glass. "I'm tired," she said. "I'm tired of being scared. I'm tired of looking over my shoulder. I'm tired of feeling like I'm still in that basement."

Rachel reached out, her hand trembling as it hovered over her mother's, willing her to understand. Mrs. Smith's eyes searched Rachel's, looking for the truth in her words. Rachel could see the doubt, the fear that she was being naive or manipulated. "I know you mean well," Rachel continued, "but I can't ignore what's happening between us. It's more than just a fling or a rebellion. It's real, and it's powerful, and it's terrifying." Rachel's voice grew stronger with each word, her conviction unwavering.

"Mr. Alexander, here please," "Over here please" Random voice's came at them to look at the camera. It was an overwhelming process for Rachel because she hadn't done something like this before but she was sure Araceli had, so she had to act natural and cooler. "You are a billionaire heiress" "You are a billionaire heiress" "You are a billionaire heiress," Rachel muttered to herself trying to fuel her confidence. "Get closer," Someone behind one of the hundred cameras flashing at her said. She expected Xander to move closer to her but instead he had an uncomfortable look on his face and after that he got his hands away from hers making everyone go silent with lights flashing.

No more guards hovering. Just Monica, sitting alone with her chains loose but still intact, her wrists red and aching. The overhead light buzzed softly above her. Then the door opened again. This time, it wasn’t Caleb. It wasn’t Chase. It was Rachel. Dressed in cream-colored slacks and a matching coat, her elegance sharp as ever. Her heels echoed on the floor as she walked forward slowly, like a woman ready to face the devil who broke her life in two. Monica blinked through the dim light, then slowly smiled—a tired, tremulous smile.

I found it amusing and infuriating that despite needing this meeting, I could barely concentrate on the agenda. Suddenly, a round of applause erupted, pulling me from my trance. I leaned over to the woman beside me. “What’s going on?” I whispered. “Rachel just announced she’s giving back the shares she bought from ModernMuse. She wants to partner with them,” she replied, excitement dancing in her eyes. My heart sank slightly—not from disappointment but from admiration. I had never imagined Rachel would make such a bold move. It was impressive, and I cursed myself for not paying better attention. Her diligence only deepened the feelings I had for her, feelings I was trying to keep at bay.

We had become friends at work but I noticed that’s the only time we talk. “Why do you have to be such a drama queen?” Rachel asks as she moves to stand next to Cole. That sinking feeling is back again. So much for avoiding them. “Awh little spitfire at it again” Avery says and something about that sounds so familiar and I hear a growling noise again. And did he just say ‘again’? My head starts to ache a bit.

“You’re pregnant, and I’m still in this house. Nothing will change once the baby is here.” In that moment, something snapped in Rachel’s eyes. “We’ll see about that,” she spat. She inched closer to the banister, gripping the metal tightly. In a sudden, shocking move, Rachel turned and flung herself backwards down the stairs. The scene unfolded in slow motion: Rachel’s body tumbling, limbs flailing and the sickening sound of her fall echoed through the corridor. A horrible, choked scream ripped from her throat and cut through the air.