|[]|Jazz POV|[]|
Yuki was already on her way home, while I had headed back to the room where all of my stuff was.
I ended up bumping into someone when I picked up my stuff.
"I'm sorry!" I said quickly.
"It's okay dude." The girl smiled.
"What's your name?" I gave the girl a lopsided grin.
"My name's Bethany. What's yours?" Bethany said before helping me pick up my books.
"Jasmine Timmer, or Jazz." I watched as Bethany looked shocked.
"Y-you don't happen to have a Youtube do you?" I rolled my eyes.
"Who doesn't have a Youtube these days?" Both of us laughed.
"Okay let me rephrase then. Are you JazzyJamz?" I pulled my earpollution earbuds out of my messenger bag.
"The one and only." Bethany laughed at my cocky answer.
"Well I got to go, it was an honor to meet you Jazz. You're by far my favorite Youtuber." Bethany smiled before gathering her own stuff and walking away.
(~)Time Skip(~)
I pulled into Yuki's driveway. The house was really nice to be honest; the outside was a crisp blue with darker blue shutters while the roof was a beautiful shade of blue-grey.
I walked up to the front porch and opened the door. I grunted as I turned the key Yuki gave me in the lock.
I pushed the door open with my shoulder because of all of the stuff I was carrying.
I walked into the lounge area and sat my stuff down. As I was going back outside to get the rest of my stuff, a piece of paper on the kitchen table caught my eye.
I noted it's presence and continued packing my stuff into the house.
Soon I was done, I locked up my car and the door. As I walked into the kitchen I picked up the random piece of paper and began reading.
'Dear whoever reads this,
Today I saw Sandy once more. That bitch from middle school? Yeah. Her. She's the one that led me to cutting, she's the one that caused me to seek refuge on youtube, making videos and watching others.
Her harassment all began with one thing. One life-changing, heart-breaking detail.
Chloe...Chloe's passing.
I was rejected at school by the teachers, and the students. In the hallways, their whispers would echo in my ears. "Demon" "Why didn't she die with them?" "Witch" "Vampire"
Soon I became an outcast.
No one wanted to be around the 'survivor'.
Sandy was the worst of them all.
She was the one that actually said that stuff in my face.
Of course I cried, I was blamed for my best friend and her mother's death. I was twelve then, still a little girl. I was scared and afraid of everyone. Even kids in lower grades were older than me because I was put in school early.
Eventually, I found a way to take my mind away from what was going on at school; I had a pocket knife my dad had given me to protect myself.
Looking back, I broke that promise. I began cutting to ease my emotional pain with physical pain. It worked for a while before I realized that people were now talking about my scars.
