Truly Forgiven(adopted by Jennifer Lawrence/ final book)

Ch. 22: Stories

~Jade's PoV~

"Well," I begin to tell my story, " My name is Jade Lawrence, and I was I guess adopted by a man named Jason, I always thought he was my father, but he abused me. I ran away and was adopted by Jennifer Lawrence, but as it turns out, she is actually my biological mother. A couple months ago, I became depressed and began to scratch myself to ease the voices in my head. Time went on, and I am or was at least, a model for teen vogue and the voices came back and I jumped off of a cliff..." I say holding back tears. "Wait, did you say Jennifer Lawrence?" Dakota says. I nod. "You jumped off of a cliff?" Cory says.  I nod once more. "How cool!" They both said at the same time about different things. I smile because these two are too cute. "What about you guys?" I ask. "That's easy for Dakota, her mom is a bipolar bitch so she said she wanted to kill herself, and here she is. I, on the other hand, lost a best friend of mine to suicide, and my world shattered. My grades dropped, my head always hurt, I was tired of being awake and I was tired of sleeping. I felt like I didn't even exist anymore." He says and then takes a bite of chicken. 

That was deep and depressing. I want to go home and hug Will and Dad and Mom. I'm so distracted by my own thoughts that I didn't notice a boy with dirty blonde hair walk over and sit down. "Hey, Ashton, this is Oreo." Cory says. I shake my head. "My name is actually Jade, I don't know why he calls me oreo." I laugh a little. "I call you oreo because you look tough on the outside, like you've been through hell and back and you're still strong and fighting, but on the inside you're soft and sweet and wouldn't ever think about hurting someone the way you've been hurting." He says like it's obvious. I shrug. "Well, I just wanted to say Jade, that whatever you're in here for, I support you, and I can tell you're very strong and will get through any situation that you are put in." He smiles sympathetically. "Thanks." I say smiling weakly. There is something about this Ashton kid.. His blue eyes sparkle like the ocean on a warm summers day and his smile is as warm as hot chocolate and  a cold winters night and... I need to snap out of it. I'm here to recover, not to develope a crush. 

Around 7:00 pm it's time to go back to our rooms. The lights are about to dim and the place will be silent. It feels all too soon because I've been talking to Ashton like there is no tomorrow. We just met and we are already like best friends. 

Dakota and I make our way back to our room and I plop down on the hospital bed. My heart begins to race. I'm going to break the rules. Ashton doesn't share a room with anyone at the moment and I know exactly where it is. They are very strict here about boys and girls being separated and no one leaving there room. 

"Dakota." I whisper. "What's wrong?" She whispers back. "I'm going to Ashton's room. See ya in a minute." I say. "You're gonna get it." She laughs. I laugh back and sneak out the door. The one nurse who stays here all night, her name is Rebecca and shes like 100 years old, is sleeping in a recliner chair. Who goes to sleep at 7? I sneak down the hall careful not to make any noise. Eventually I make it to his room and go in.  I ease the door shut and feel someone behind me.