I Thought You Cared

Her Story

Every day at school, there was this girl who would smile at me. I didn't know her age or even remember her name. I hardly knew her. I just remember being partnered up with her in Mr. James's science class. I think her name started with a D or something. I don't know why she was always smiling and saying "Hello," at me for. But I did know that every time I said "Hello," back, my girlfriend, Ashlynn, would get jealous and wouldn't talk to me for hours.
                It was pretty strange, I had never witnessed her smile at anyone else. It was like she had this insane crush on me. It kind of creeped me out to be honest. I mean, yeah, she was pretty and all, but I already had a girlfriend.
                Plus this girls wasn't really my type. Her hair was this straight deep brown color that usually hang down in front of her face. Her eyes were either a light green or light blue, it was hard to tell considering they were always hidden behind her hair. She wore a little too much makeup for me. But not like on her eyes or anything, just all over her face. That like- like concealer type stuff. She wore SO much of it and I couldn't figure out why. And she was also a little bit too skinny, also. Like, she was almost twig-like, and day-by-day she seemed to get even skinnier.
                Yes, I realize that was kind of rude, but, ya know, I don't really care about her that much. She was kind of annoying hanging around me so much, making my girlfriend pissed and all at me. But, whatever, in a way it was-I guess- cute... I just wish sometimes she would leave me be. Especially when I'm mad. I mean-come on- it's obvious when someone's mad- especially me- so why not just leave me alone. Okay, I gotta stop before I break into a rage.
                "Hey babe," I say walking up to Ashlynn, shaking that other girl from my mind. I couldn't have her get in the way of my day.
                "Oh, hey." She mutters, looking away.
                 "Still mad?" I sigh, frustrated.
                "Kiki said she saw you with that freak girl again. If you want to be with her instead of me, go ahead. I won't stop you, Jack." Ashlynn says sourly, getting so close to my face I could smell her minty breath, which made me want to kiss her. But, I resisted.
                "Baby, NOTHING is going on between us. She's WEIRD. I don't do anything but say 'Hi,' to her. I don't even know her freaking name!" I shout frustrated .
                "Are you sure?" She asks quietly, frowning.
                "YES!" I groan.
                "Fine, well then... I'm so-" Ashlynn stops in the middle of the sentence clenching her teeth, shooting daggers at someone behind me.
                "Wha-what?" I ask turning around.
                 "Good God, Jack." Ashlynn yells shoving me before walking away.
                My eyes land on the girl. Oh my GOD!! Why won't she GO AWAY?!?! She was really starting to piss me off.
                "What?" I growl through gritted teeth.
                "Hey." She smiles.
                I was about to scream at her to leave me alone when I saw a dark circle under her right eye. It seemed as if she tried as hard as she could to cover it up, but it was too dark. Was she hit?
                "What happened to your face?" I ask a little harshly.
                Her smile fades and I became slightly concerned. But only slightly.
                "Oh, I- I'm just a little clumsy. It was- Umm... I was opening a door, and I guess- I guess that I opened it to fast.. So... Yeah." She says forcing a smile.
                "Whatever, I don't care." I say.
                She got a scared and sad look on her face before muttering a slight, "bye," and running off.
                I rolled my eyes and was about to look for Ashlynn when Kiki came up to me, scowling.
                "Wow, Jack. Just WOW. You're a real piece of work." Kiki says angrily.
                Something in me just snapped at that moment. The anger busted out of me like a huge tidal wave.
                "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! I DON'T FREAKING LIKE THAT CHICK! SHE SAID HI! WHAT IS YOUR FREAKING PROBLEM, KIKI?!" I scream causing everyone in the hallway to look at me with curious looks.
                "You're OBVIOUSLY the one with the problem here, Jack." Kiki says before sashaying off.
                "Take a picture! It'll last longer!" I shout at all the people staring.
                 "God," I mutter, knowing that I had to fix things between me and Ashlynn.
                I had no clue where Ashlynn went, and she wouldn't answer her phone, so I ended up just playing hookie and going home.
                The next day, I arrived at school, people were pointing and whispering at me, like I was a serial killer. I ignored them, searching for Ashlynn.
                As I was looking around, I saw that stupid girl walking up to me. She was looking a lot skinnier today. But- quite frankly- I didn't give a single crap. She looked like she had been sobbing, but she forced a smile and waved at me, causing her sleeve to roll down. She quickly rolled them back up, but not before I saw her arm had cuts all up and down it.
                "What happened to your arm?" I ask.
                "Oh.... Just the cat.." She trails off.
                I was about to walk off, but the girl was ripped back. Her eyes widened as she fell onto the ground in front of Ashlynn, Kiki and Jessabelle.
                "You slut! Trying to steal my man?" Ashlynn yells as the girl looks at me helplessly.
                "N-no.." She stutters, tears falling down her pale greyish face.
                "Liar," Ashlynn begins, kicking her in the side before continuing, "Fine, you can have him! I'm done with him, anyway! Jack, it's freaking over!" Adding a kick into the girls face, before all three of them sashayed off, leaving me, and everyone else shocked.
                The girl stood up in tears, looking me in the eyes. I got so terribly angry.
                "God, why are you so obsessed with me?! Just go away and freaking kill yourself. I hate you!" I yell in her face as she backs up like I was about to hit her, flinching at my words.
                She bursts into fresh tears, dropping her books, and running out of the school.
                "Bruh, that was harsh," One guy comments.
                "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! JUST EVERYONE SHUT UP!" I shout angrily.
                "Jack's lost it..." I hear someone mutter.
                I punch a locker, leaving a dent before running out of school, crying tears of anger. I hate it when that happens.
                That night, as I sat in bed, I did a lot of thinking. Ashlynn was a beotch. So were her friends.... And so was I... I was going to apologize tomorrow to that girl... And maybe... Maybe I would ask her name... And become her friend.
                        I went to bed, feeling proud, knowing I was going to at least make one person happy.
                        But the next day at school, I didn't see her anywhere, not even in Mr. James's science class. I didn't see her the next day, or the next or the next. 
                        I was fiddling with my locker combination when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around, expecting that girl to be grinning at me. I felt my smile droop when I saw it was the principal.
                        "Yes?" I ask nervous that I got into some trouble.
                        His face was solemn and his eyes were slightly red, like he'd been crying. He hands me a folded up two notes before walking away.
                        I was confused as I unfolded a bloody piece of paper with neat handwriting.
                                Dear Jack,
                                                        before I am gone, I would like to say a few things... I am so sorry I was such a burden on you.... I thought you cared..... And I apologize for that too.... I'm sorry I ruined your relationship with Ashlynn... And most of all, I'm sorry for lying to you all those times... That bruise on my eye, wasn't from a door, it was from my dad.... No, you weren't imagining that I lost weight, because I was starving myself. Those marks on my arm, weren't from my cat, because I don't have one, I cut myself. No I wasn't crying because she hit me, I was crying because I lost my mother last night due to cancer. I apologize for annoying you.... I thought you cared... I was just happy that somebody cared... But I was wrong... So I'll leave you alone now... Goodbye, Jack...
                                                                                                                                                        ~Dana
                I was confused, but then I realized that those blood stains.... Were from suicide...
                And the thing was, if I hadn't said those words... She would still be here.... Tears slid down my face as I realized...... I really did like  her... But I was denying it all along...
               And Dana, my dear, I do care.....