*Knock*Knock* "Jasmine"? A voice emerges. "Jasmine?! You in there?
Jasmine If you're in there, Come out!"
How did they know I'm in here? Did someone follow me without me noticing? How long have I been here? It's surprising that someone actually sought to find me? How did they notice I was gone? Nobody cares about me anyway...
"Jasmine!", another yell, "Jasmine are you in there?! I see blood!"
Oh so that's what caught their attention. Blood. Of course I've should've known. For once I actually thought that the whole world had one giant epiphany, but yet again why would I care what they feel. I'm too selfish and fought up in my own stuff to even care. I'm always selfish. I'm so useless. Nobody likes me because of it.
I start to cry (whimpers).
"Jasmine! Open up! Whats wrong? Are you hurt? Jasmine!"
I cry louder. It feels Soo painful.
Knowing that someone is actaully looking for youbut htne realizing its just because they see something unusual in their day.
"Jasmine, Open up! Are you alright?" She (whoever it is keeps yelling at me to open a door)
I don't want to. I just want to lie here. Still. Bleeding or not I don't want to do anything but lie there and cry. I don't care if they can here me anymore. I don't care if they see my blood. I'd rather be dead of blood loss instead of living in this earthly abyss. I just want to get over with this. Over with life. life is such a bitch to the innocent sometimes. I comes up and makes you fall when least expected. But for me, It does this everyday. Continuously. It doesn't stop. It's like it hates me since my mom died. Probably also blaming me for her death. Gosh I wasn't so stupid, this would've never happened. It's all my fault mom is dead. dad told me so himself. I should've been with her instead of storming off into my room. She's dead because of me.
I cry even louder.
"Jasmine what's going on!? Are you alright? Open UP!"
"I have it here move away", It's a male voice. Did they really call the cops? Or is it just the maintenance man? The Principal? Coach? DAD?
I hear wood crack and metal bend.
There is sudden light.
I hear slight yelling. Like if i'm being questioned. Everything is so blurry. I can't see or hear right. My eyes keep closing.
I'm still on the floor my cut arm is out. I'm in a curling position on my side. I see silhouettes. A man and a girl. She is wearing a mini skirt. The man, it seems, a jacket. The light is so feint. So close. So quick. I feel plunged back into darkness. I'm lifted up.
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Tears of Blood
Teen FictionJasmine Bowers, 15, is starting sophomore year in high school. All of her friends ditched her and she's all alone. Everyone at school hates her or just don't acknowledge her. They have her as a scapegoat to anything wrong. She struggles with this da...