Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story)

Chapter Eleven

It been a few weeks past since I was in the hospital. Jazz is with me where ever I go and everyone makes sure to stay clear out of his way. I've become more attached to Jazz and have gotten closer to to his friends.

Jazz knows that I've warmed up to them all including him. But what he doesn't know is that I am still getting hate. Noted continue to consume my locker. And here I am... dumber that a box of rocks reading them all.

How many pills did you slip them to get the jocks to sleep with you?

I tossed it to the side of me.

Why are you even here? Nobody likes you, whore. Just leave already.

Tossed it.

Cut out those pimples and cut your hair. Maybe people will like you.

Tossed.

Ever heard of makeup? It makes you look actually pretty decent, or at least, better then that.

Toss.

Just leave already! Nobody want you here you slut! Why don't you go jump off a cliff or something?

Hey depressed girl, since your so depress why don't you go hang yourself to prove your just not craving attention.

Stand up for yourself. Don't let a boy do it for you. If your so strong stand up for yourself so you can fall by yourself. I mean like, your going to fall anyways. Save yourself the pain, honey. But then again your don't have to, we like watching you "suffer."

No wonder your parents beat you and kicked you out onto the street. You are such a disgrace.

Go rot in hell!

Go jump into a bit of lava and die!

Leave! Your obviously not wanted. Attention whore, go drown yourself or something.

Go kill yourself.

Kill yourself.

I looked at the toss pile after reading dozens more. I felt the tears slide down my cheek from my eyes. Quickly, I stuffed them back into my bag and rushed out of the house.

I ran as fast as my legs could go while carrying myself and my bag. I could feel some pain in my leg still since I got my cast off just a few days ago. The breaking wasn't bad, but it could have been worse. I ran and ran and ran out in the rain. Never stopping until I got to my destination.

I hurried down the ally and up the stairs. Immediately, emptied my back pack and leaned over the familiar balcony. I ripped all the papers I could at a time over the balcony and watched them drift down into puddles in the street and sidewalk.

Tears continued to fall from behind my eyes as I finished ripping them. Paper fluttered everywhere. I closed my eyes stepped onto the balcony wall. One foot at a time.

I opened my eyes and looked down onto the street. Cars sped by on the slick road. I could feel my back straighten and I breathed in, closing my eyes once more.

One step.

One step was all it took for me to fall. Fall to my possible death. As I was about to move my foot, a hot breath caught my attention. The breath against my arm. I felt a hand come up to rub my other arm, as well.

"Don't do it Emily." A low voice spoke.

Jazz.

It was Jazz. I opened my eyes and turned to look down at him. He wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled my towards him.

"Don't leave me." His green eyes sparkled in the rain. I gripped onto his shoulders and he helped me down from the edge.

"Emily you are beautiful. No matter what you will always be beautiful to me. And I promise, I really do. I promise to protect you. Emily, the day I saw you sitting alone, carving pictures into your skin and onto the table, I wanted to help. I couldn't just stand there and watch you do that." He pushed down my hood and moved my hair away from my damp face.

"I wanted to let you in. I may not know everything but that's ok. I don't need to. I wanted to help you, that's why I offered everything I did. You are welcome in my house and in my family. They are your family now, too. Don't let anyone get to your head. You can't stop what other people think of you. But that doesn't mean they are right." Jazz leaned in closer.

"You are a beautiful girl, Emily. Don't you ever forget. I want to fix you. I want to help you. No matter how any people kick you out, I will always accept you. All of you." Jazz then didn't give me time to think. His lips where attached to mine. Jazz was kissing me like I've never would have thought.

He wrapped his arms around my waist but he pulled his head back. He looked into my eyes and kissed me again. Jazz took my bottom lip in between mine and pulled me closer.

I couldn't believe Jazzy LaBáca was kissing me.