Tony's P.O.V
Why'd she kill herself? Why did I not do anything? Why didn't I help her? WHY DID IT HAPPEN?
My friend Jezabel killed herself this morning, I saw it coming, I JUST DIDN'T DO SHIT. I feel like such a dipshit. She was my bestfriend since diapers. She used to always sneak in my house when her family would take a visit to hell. Everyone in the band, loved her. Jaime dated her in high school. Jenna was a very close friend. But she died. OF COURSE. She cut, until she couldn't cut. She died in her bathtub. Why? Why me?
Jenna's P.O.V.
Time to pick up a blade. Sorry Vic. I can't just hold this pain in. My closest female friend just killed herself. I need to cut. I walked to the bathroom, took a razor, and a lighter, and burnt the razor until the blades flew out. I put the blade to my wrist, just a little aove my hospital bracelet, and cut. I cut three times. Crying my eyes out, and then heard the bus door open. Oh shit. Vic's home early. Fuckfuckfuck. I washed my arm off, then pulled my flannel over it. I walked over and to my bunk. I recognized that I left the blades in the bathroom. I jumped off the bed, and saw that Vic was already in the bathroom, looking at the blades. He turned his head to me. And just gave me this look. I couldn't tell if it was dissapointment, sad, anger, or something else. But it scared me.
"Jenna... You promised." He managed to say between sobs. He was now sitting on the ledge of the shower.
"Vic, you don't understand. Jezabel. She was my bestfriend. She is dead. Just like that. Not even a day." I replied, in a sympathatic tone.
"It was STILL A PROMISE. You promised, Jenna." Vic's tone was now in full anger, and he was walking up and down the bus, crying.
"Vic, don't be mad at me, please. I just. Couldn't take it." I said, pleading.
Vic got on his knees, and looked up to me, when i was sitting on the sink, grabbed my hands, and said.
"Jenna, I broke the promise to. I just can't let you cut. You are my baby sister, and I can't lose you. I broke the same promise you did. I cut as soon as I heard the news about Jez., I'm sorry Jenna."
I pulled his sleeves up, and looked at his wrists. There was no recent scars, I looked at him confused. He rolled up his shorts, revealing his thighs, I then saw. J E Z carved in his thigh. Not small, but not big. I grabbed him, and hugged him untl, Jordan walked in. She just staired until she walked out. She knew that we needed some time.
