Black heart : Ghost heart

Chapter 1 : Heartache

Alone the broken lie,

sadness screaming,

madness streaming, 

won't someone end this heartache?

Curled up in agony, Jess lay on the top end of her bed, tears still wet on her cheeks; they had stopped for now. She clung her headphones tight to her head, full volume, drowning out the world but no matter how hard she clung, how loud the music was, how much she scratched an pulled at her hair, her problems weren't escaping her and soon fresh tears fell from her closed eyes. She writhed on her bed, tossing and turning. The headphones slipped from her head, spilling music which echoed through her room. She wept, and as she did she scratched and stabbed at her arms with her nails. Soon crimson beads of blood trickled down her arm - she would've done anything to counteract the painful sorrow in her head...

Earlier that day, one of the popular boys at school (and one who jess herself had a crush on), Josh markley, approached her during lunch and, in front of everybody, told her that he had always loved her. She was overcome by happiness and started crying tears of joy, explaining how she had always loved him - a secret she had long since kept to herself. As soon as it had begun, josh reached over to one of the tables and picked up a plate of what seemed like sunday dinner but had been somewhat condensed into a mush and poured every last drop of it over her head. Her smiled faded as her knees gave way and she slid to the floor. An uproar of jeering laughter erupted in the hall and Josh' friends proceeded to take Jess' bag from her and began throwing things out onto the floor, stamping and tearing at them. One of the girls in the group found a diary in the bag, Jess wrote in it every so often and it contained her fears, likes, dislikes and secrets.

Realising what she had just found, the girl ran out of the hall, shrieking laughter out of the door before Jess could stop her. The rest of the hall followed the girl, eager to know what the book contained and soon Jess was left alone in the dining hall, covered from head to toe in food, the contents of her bag strewn up and down the floor.    

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