beautifully tragic

Hollywood arts lights went dim. Metaphorically of course. The halls went quiet. The classes were numb of feeling. It was dark and cold. Her locker remained. Black. Covered with scissors. No one dared to touch it. Nor did they want to. Everyone knew that out of all the people to make it big in Hollywood it would've been Jade West. But now she's gone, because of one moment. One second. A small decision, that ultimately led to her death.