Night || Luke Hemmings

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Jay Blue was the first to do it. 

She became the topic of discussion for the entire neighborhood. No one could understand why she did it. She was part of a perfect family with perfect parent along with four other sisters. Jay Blue had a huge amount of friends at school, of course none which consist of me. I lived in front of her house with my parents and lovely dog. I had English and History with her at View Point High school. I would see her in class with a glow around her, she would come in class smiling from ear to ear. 

The point is, what reason could she of had to put the blade to her wrist? 

My friend Michael believed she did it for attention, but she receives much of that everyday. To prove it, the crowd around her house constantly grew along with my friends and I.

"I'm telling ya, she's just an attention whore out." Michael muttered, chuckling a bit to Calum and Ashton, my other friends.

 I chose to ignore Michael's statement and watched as the paramedics took Jay Blue out of the house. I gasped as I saw the white bandages stained with dark red marks wrapped around her wrists. Her sisters stood frozen on the porch as they watched the van take their sister away. 

They still looked young and beautiful, even with the fear striking in their eyes. 

Amber, she was the oldest sister who was 18. She had the body of a goddess with her tall lanky figure. She had striking blue eyes and long brown hair. Michael said that she summons the devil for her beauty.

Amy, who was 17, wore glasses and was the exact opposite in appearance of Amber. She had a plump figure and dozens of freckles on her face. She had dirty blonde hair but was matched with dark brown eyes. 

The middle child was Jay Blue, she was much different from her older sisters in, well, everything. She had a tiny figure but that didn't amount to her wholesome personality. I remember at lunch, I stood behind her in line to receive our gross lunch. I caught the scent of her vanilla perfume and from then on, vanilla had always reminded me of her. Jay Blue wasn't exactly innocent. At age 15, she had way more experience than I probably ever will. 

The youngest two sisters were twins, Kelsey and Kenzie. They were more like Amber with brown hair and blue eyes. Their mother always dressed them in the same clothes, even at the age of 10. 

"Do you think they'll send her away?" Ashton asked as we watched the girls get into their station wagon along with their frantic mom and dad. Their car stuttered away following the ambulance. 

"I doubt it. I don't know, I've never heard of this before," I answered. Ashton nodded his head and we watched in silence the house that held the deadly choices. 

"Do you think she's troubled?"

"She's beyond that now."