What I became by life

A few wekks later, Jare and I were walking down the beach, hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder. I kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" He smiled down at me. I frowned.

"I cant kiss my boyfriend?"

"Of course," he led on. With a black BVB-Black Veil Bride-dress on me and barefooted, I saw how much darker I looked than my boyfriend. He wore a bright blue shirt with pretty birds across it, black jeans a barefooted. While my hair was gray, purple and pink, his was just normal. Dark brown. "What are you thinking about?" He asked, finding a spot to sit and talk. I sat between his legs and he put his arms my waist, playing with a strand of my dress.

"You," I simply said. Why say something else when you loved each other? "How I look more of a rocker chick while you look like Bon Jovi lost in an AFI concert." He snorted.

"Bon Jovi?" He echoed. "If anything, I'm Stacy Jacks, in a Darling Buds concert while wearing Kiss for an after party." But he said this like, with a lot of self-unbelieving, so I looked up at him; cranning my neck to do so. "Okay, okay. So what?" He shrugged. "I still love you, and you love me."

"You are correct," I pecked his cheek. "Did I tell you about Mia?" He shook his head, planting a little kiss on my shoulder, and he kept kissing and going up my neck to my jawline and back. As I told him what I had done a few weeks ago, he stopped kissing me and began to stare at the ocean, but his chin was propped sweetly against my shoulder. "Why are you so quiet, Mr. Talk-Much?" I looked at him, he would usually have a big reaction to my stories or my jokes-considering I was so funny-but he just looked at the ocean, a very small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Sweetheart?"

"I did tell you," he said, like he was saying "I told you so, I knew it, in your face, sucker,". "That you would save a life; that you were here for a reason. And, now you tell me this and you cant see that you saved a girl from taking her life. You see how special you are?" I didnt think it was so important, that I saved a life, it was God who told me to go to her in the first place, and I knew we would be friends. But he was right ... Maybe that was the reason I was given a second chance. Maybe so, yet maybe not. I did feel sort of normal, like I usually did, still waiting for things to get better; it had been months since what happened at my party and school was calming. People were noticing less about me and I walked to new places to go with my scars covered, but someone would get a glimpse at them when I got too hot and pull my sleeves up. They would stare amd whisper, why did people have to be so stupid? "I knew you were special."

"Yeah," I whispered. "I am." I turned around and got up, pulling him with me. "Come on, I want to be home before dinner, because Liam id making rice and chuleta-" that means steak. "-and I don't want to end up livinv in the streets because he burned the house down." Jared smiled and put his arm around my waist.

"You will make us food then, huh?" He joked. "I might as well brace myself for a terrible tummy ache..." I wrinkled my nose at him.

"Tummy ache? Boy, someone's feeling childish today." I murmured. And it was moments like this, where were just a couple being, well, a couple. I liked how I didnt have to pretend about me when I was with Jared; we both had scars we regretted at one point by the end of the day. But, like now, when he took me by the waist and stopped me in front of him ... I began to look down and away from him to hide my blush. The wind helping because it whipped my hair over my face. "Jared..." I said, like a little girly whine, but it was just a terrible lie of a plead, because I didnt want him to stop. "I'm already shaking..."

"I just make you tremble," he hushed. "But I really love doing this..." He smiled and took my wrists lightly and raised them up, so they were atop my head. He leaned in and pressed his lips to my scars, they were so soft on me that it didnt hurt much when he grazed his teeth in a soft spot that made my eyes flutter shut. "I'm in love with you, Rossie..."

"Jared," I sighed. "I'm more in love with you." I took my hands away, putting them behind his neck, pressing my own lips to his; his moving silently against my own. I loved these moments, really, they were the perfect end to my horrible days. Until ...

"Mira, la nena que se corta tiene novio, que lindo..." A girl from my school murmured as she passed us. "Look, the girl who cuts has a boyfriend, how sweet..." I backed away from Jared.

"Rossie, don't-"

"Shut uo, get away." I said, warning him when he caught my arm. "Jared." He stepped away from me, but he was on edge for it. I walked in front of the girl, crossing my arms and glaring at her. She was a small black girl with a dread sticking out her collar bone, her too tight clothes making her curves look like fat and making ber look vulgar and bitchy. She pucked her lips at me-oh, my hell, do I damn hate it when girls do that!! Why?!

"Do you have a problem?" I asked, knowing she knew English well enough.

"Well, I dont, but you do," she said, same snap, only sweeter. "You see, I dont kill myself-note the pun-when I get brain-block like you-" I snapped, I slapped and I wickedly laughed. Ohhh...that rhymed.

"Okay, okay. I'm fine, okay? I'm okay." Jared had his arms around me, but I was grinning-truly-while the girl was crying and cowering away, a hand to her cheek. "Jared, baby, I'm okay."

"Why'd you slap her, Rossie?" I gaped at him, throwing my hands up.

"Are you serious? Did you even listen to her? She literally insulted you and me, Jared! What'd you expect me to do?" I said.

"You didnt have to hit her." He said quietly.

"Excuse me? Then, I was supposed to talk it out like bothing serious happened?" He simply tilted his head in a nod. "I cant believe you..." I shook my head.

"You didnt need to act out violent, what ever happened to you being all tough and ignoring them?" I looked at him with a jerk of my head. Ouch. That hurt and made me shake and my heart give a few jumps in my chest.

"Gosh, J, you should know me better than that..." My voice broke. I put a hand to my chest, feeling as my heart hammered against my rib cage. "You know, I have feelings too, I get hurt when they talk about my scars, because, to me, they talk about Mia amd my friends and about you-and about everyone who has hurt themselves trying to escape this shit of a world and what really makes them feel worthless, J! I feel bad when they say that, I feel like SHIT. And if you just seriously asked why I hit her, maybe you dont know a single thing about me!" I stormed off, half running half jogging to my bike-Jared and I had come in separate bikes, so at least he had a rude home. And look at me, making sure he gets to his house fine when Im the one in pain. I got home and got myself calm enough-though still mad-that Liam didnt notice anythibg was wrong. We listened to his Ihome play some Paradise Fears songs and we ate, talking about our days and that was my routine: get up, feel bad, get better and have a terrible situation no matter where I go, act okay and get home; so I could smile and feel better. Sometimes I truly did, sometimes I truly didnt.

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As I got ready for bed, I got my headphones and pluged it The Kill from 30 Seconds to Mars, with that, I checked my messages and I had like thirteen missed calls frim Jared and ten unread texts. I sighed and locked my phone, not really liking how this day went. Why did life have to be so cruel with me? I settled to turn my phone off and get on my knees. Talking a bit with God. Praying that it was true that I was here for something important, because I really wasnt in the mood for a sick and terrible life in this stupid Island and world. What was the use? But I felt the presence of God around me-which made me feel so light and feel like I was safe and I could give all my problems to him, so I did.

"I just need to know that I'm here for something mkre than what I have now, okay? I need your help too. I really dont want to deal with the ignorant people around me, and if You could give me some strength to just take them twenty feet up and... Sorry. Sorry, I'm just upset, but please..." When I was done, I slept with a smile that night, but I still felt like something would happen. Maybe I was just being paranoid. I just needed to be careful with what I did. And that would come up in two years. When I would be seventeen.

So, this is another part of my story. Short one, I hope you liked it and mind your voting. If you want something to happen in the story, say it now, I think that with two more parts I am done. (Sorry for the ortographic horrors. 😕😉😂)

-Skyler_Dawn💋