The Next Step: The Next Generation

"She killed herself"...

Jessy's P.O.V.

Water is great...
Looking through the water is like looking through whole different eyes, if you look up you see a distorted things that seem to only float above you. Looking at something in the water is like exaggerating objects, with slow movements and a silent surrounding...usually.
But now I feel just like drowning. Even though I am laying in the bathtub I still feel like I am drowning. Falling deeper and deeper.
Nothing changed... the texts didn't stopped... the words are still hitting me every single day.
What would be if I just stop breathing now and would 'live' in peace. I would he dead, yes, but at least it would stop. Forever.

No I can't do this.

I sit up, breathing heavily.
I can't do this...

Jake's P.O.V.

I am sitting on my bed, listening to music while scrolling trough my instagram account.
When I look up for a second I can see my sister who seems like she's been standing there for a while now.
"Is everything alright?"
"Mmmh... yeah... but I need you to do something."
"What?"
"I want it to stop. I don't want to be bullied anymore."
"But... what can I do?"
"I don't know... but please help me." her eyes start watering.
I am glad she finally decided to do something. But what can I do?
"Are you telling me who does this to you?"
She nodds her head and walks slowly over to me and sits next to me.
"You don't have to do it now."
She looks confused.
"I've got an idea"
I stand up and walk over to my table. I open one drawer and take put a small flower, before walking back.
"Here."
"What's that?"
"A camera"
"A camera?"
"Yes. It will record everything they say to you and what they do"
"Okay...?"
"Look. Unfortunately you have to go trough that pain a few days more. But then we will have evidence to show someone."
"Who will you show it?"
"Them."
She looks up at me. She understands me. That's the thing about us... we understand each other on a different level.
"Thanks."
"Your Welcome."

four weeks later...

still Jake's P.O.V.

The last weeks have been terrible for Jessy. I can't imagine how it was for her.
After two weeks she told me who has been doing this to her.
Some girls from grade 10. I do not know them but when I found out who they were it was obvious.
I've been talking to Jessy for a week that she could finally show it someone but she refuses to do it and I promised her that I wouldn't do it on my own.
"Jake???"
"Hello!?"
"What?" I ask annoyed.
"You do not have class here now"
"I know" I say cold.
"Okay... someone's in a bad mood today?" Nico asks.
"No... just leave me alone." I say and stand up walking away from him. I walk through the hallway to go to my next class it's so quiet. Probably because I am already late.
I run around the corner when I see them... and her.
My sister against the lockers and the three girls around her. Calling her names. I feel the anger building up inside me. But I find a way to control it. Then I hear a slap.
Did she really just hit my sister?
"Taylor. Why?" one of her friends ask her.
"Yeah that was too much" the other one agrees.
"She deserves it"
That's it. I don't care that I promised my sister that I wouldn't do anything. But I have to. My sister, my responsibility.

Taylor's P.O.V.

"She deserves it." I say with a small smirk on my face.
"No. That was too much." Bella tells me.
"Oh come on" I laugh
"I agree with her... that was really not necesarry" Gia adds.
"What's wrong with you guys?" I ask.
"We should ask you that." they tell me before leaving to go to their class.
I turn around to see Jessy staring at me.
"What are you looking at? GO!"
She starts running down the hallway.
"You stupid little Bitch!" I shout after her.

I make my way to room 56. I don't care that I am late... it was worth it.
"TAYLOR MARSHALL PLEASE TO THE PRINCIPLE'S OFFICE. TAYLOR MARSHALL."
What the actual...?
No class I guess. Awesome.

Jake's P.O.V.

There is she sitting next to me. Crying. Seriously?
A little ironic I believe. Or karma. And karma is a Bitch. But she deserves it.
"Do you have anything to say Miss Marshall?" the principle asks.
She shakes her head.
"What you did is unexceptable and will have consequences."
"What consequences?"
"It's depends, but I do not except bullies at my school. And it looks like I have to suspend you for at least 2 weeks. Or worse you could get through out of this school."
"But..."
"You really saying 'but..."? You gotta be kidding me. You saw what you did. You saw what you have done to my sister for over month. Do you realise what you did to Jessy. She wanted to kill herself. Twice. And you are still trying to get out of this?" I ask a little louder than I should have.
She doesn't say anything. How pathetic.
"Mister Beaton would you mind leaving us alone for a second."
"Of course not." I tell him gentle before leaving the room.

one week later...

Jessy's P.O.V.

It all seems falling back into it's place. Taylor is gone.
She killed herself.
It was a shock. She killed herself because she couldn't live with what she did and she saw no other way to forgive herself. It's hard. I was afraid that it could be my fault. But surprisingly is nobody blaming me.
Gia and Bella even apologized.
It's weird, but I feel free again. Finally. Not that I would have wished that Taylor would be dead. But I am also not sad that she is.
I am just glad that it is over.
I am seeing a psychologist. And it helps. Dance helps.
Nationals is coming in two weeks and concentrating on that is helps me not to forget what happened but to except it and to move on.

A/N I know pretty lame to end this story line, but I was having a writers block and have some good ideas for nationals so I wanted to get this done.
This is actually inspired by the movie "A Girl Like Her" You should watch it. It's amazing.

Anyways. I hope you liked this chapter.
I will Post the next chapter when I have 7 likes + 3 comments.

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