More Than Just Bad

Jasmine. That's my name, my parents named something I'm not. They named me after a flower that inspires pureness, love, and joy. I'm nothing like that. I am not pure, I have the scars to prove it. I don't love, or am loved by anyone, I have a past that haunts me every second I breath. I don't feel joy, there's no point in it.
My parents have been long gone from the world, but their money remains, I have everything they left behind. My guardian, Lilith was my mother's best friend, had sold our old house, and carried me away to a different state called California. I have a chance to start over, she said. And it was true, I did. An idea formed as we moved in our new house. I wanted to be more than just bad.
I wanted to erase everything that defined the word Jasmine.
I wanted the word to be just as corrupted as me.
But then I met someone who loved the word Jasmine.
Someone who loved me.
I ask myself, Can he change me for the better or the worse?
I didn't know.
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But maybe you will.