JADE
Every morning, I wake up really early to clean up a mess in the house. I know, I am asleep at night and I wake up to the mess, but there is no need to complain. I love my best friend that much and it's the only way I could tell her that I still care for her. At night while I sleep, she wrecks the beauty of our home. All I can do is clean it up in the morning before I go off to work at my studio.
My name is Jade and I am an artist and art teacher. I own a studio not too far from my home, where I live with my best friend, Jesy, even though nowadays, it seems like I live alone.
It's a really sad story. I and Jesy are the very best of friends. Basically, sisters. Both of us have dark brown hair and tan skin. She has always been my best friend. She is a little older than me, but well, we get along really well. Or we used to.
Jesy and I met when we were really young. It was in primary school. I was this little shy girl and she was the lively and friendly girl who first approached me with an offer to join a singing booth at our school carnival. I, being the shy one said I don't have a singing voice but she kept telling me there was no harm if I try. And since then, we have been good friends. We spent weekends together at the park, ate lunch together and did everything together basically.
Ever since we were young, Jesy had always wanted to be an actress. She was very vocal about it and would often get me along in her theatre club auditions that I sometimes get in plays without really wanting to. While it is true that I came to like singing and playing the roles, my true love was art. I loved painting and sketching that I made sketches and paintings of the plays we participated in. I even liked helping in creating the background pieces for our plays. I was thankful for those activities though, because they brought me and Jesy even closer than ever.
Both of us supported the other in all our ventures and soon, we were both in college and seeing our dreams closer to become reality. She and I chose to stay together in dorm in our initial college years, but as dorm has become very toxic with the joining of a lot of bully girls who bullied me mostly because I was small, we decided to get a house close to college and that is where we live now. And in those times we were still really close.
But that accident in senior year changed all that in just one night. I don't really remember why we were out on a dark and stormy night but I was told that it was a rough sky night when Jesy and I decided to go on a drive and end up crashed at a roadside.
I woke up at the hospital with a bandage on my head but Jesy I was told, was no longer in the hospital and had gone ahead home. So when I got home, I went to her door to let her know that we both made it through an accident and also to ask her about why we decided on going out that night. I knew she would tell me the entire story and joke about it, like maybe we were going boy hunting that night but ended up in a wrecked car instead.
When I got home though, she had locked the door of her room and just slipped a note under her door for me to leave her alone and never talk to her again, that it was all my fault because I was the one driving the car when we got into that mess, that left her face scarred and burned.
I also overheard from one of the doctors that she suffered from a broken leg and a broken arm, which she still blames on me, and I will admit it was indeed. The burns on her neck were also so severe that I realized she lost her voice because of it. If I had been a more careful driver, that accident wouldn't have happened. She would not be calling herself ugly and in that way make me swear that I would always be there for her even if it means that I have to turn away any friend who would want to go as close as she had been.
How I wish I could go back to that night and make things the way they used to be. I would not be cleaning up a mess every morning and I could be more open to another person so we could be help to her.
I was woken up from my trance when my phone beeped in my pocket. It was my alarm. Time to go to work at the school where I teach some talented kids more of art.
I took one last look at the clean house before sighing and locking the door behind me, walking to the curb to wait for a cab. I think you know why I don't drive my car. And I don't even want to think about it. I promised myself this day would be a happy day.
