Ever since I met her, I despised her.

So why, why do I feel this way?

I gripped my fingers around the slender handle of my black, flat hairbrush, so hard that my knuckles turn whiter than my porcelain skin. Thoughts about my enemy swarmed through my head, making me feel sick, dizzy, and disoriented. With a grunt, I slammed my brush at my mirror, shattering it. My hands went numb, and I saw blood run down my wrist, dripping onto my garnet countertop. It didn't hurt much. I actually enjoyed it. Until the numbness ceased, that is.

"Shit," I grumbled, the feeling of pain returning to my body. "Shit!" Grabbing a wad of toilet paper, I dabbed at the small cuts in my skin, trying to squeeze the glass shards out with my pointed nails. It didn't work. I tried again, and again, only making it worse. My hands were going numb, which actually started to frighten me.

Why do I always make things worse?

Rushing out of my bathroom to my bedroom like the blood seeping through my arms, I grabbed my phone, which had been laying face-up on my wooden bedside table. I flipped it, unlocking the phone. I found myself scrolling through my contacts, but I was unable to focus, my eyes being blurred with the tears making their home upon my face. I blinked excessively hard, finding my enemy's name in the list. I tapped the number quickly, pressing the phone to my ear, becoming impatient.

I was about to hang up, when the call connected.

"Who are you and why is your number blocked?" She still hasn't unblocked my number? After a year?

I inhaled deeply, attempting to collect my wits. "Th-there are pr-pr-pro-probably t-t-t-t-tons-s-s of re-" I let out a shriek as I felt my wounds throb, the wicked blood flow not stopping. "-reasons a-as to why.. My number is b-bl-locked." What a weak attempt at remaining in control. I sobbed like a child into the phone, the pain unbearable.

"Jade?" Clueless girl.

"W-what?" Pull it together, Jade.

I heard her sigh loudly, and it sounded like she just plopped onto a cushion. "Are you crying?"

I sniffed, snot ramming itself back into my nostrils. "N-n-" She wouldn't let me finish.

Her voice was soft, sweet, and gentle. "Jade.. Are you okay? I'm right here for you."

Before I could react, my mouth spoke words I would never dare to say; "I-I'm not okay, Tori.. I'm not okay. I did something really bad, and I don't think I can fix it on my own." The salty demon tears fell onto the glass pieces stuck in my wrist, and I cried out in pain. I've never been so vulnerable in my life. Not even when Beck wouldn't take me back.

My heart flipped down into my stomach as the girl I loved to hate and hated to love whispered, "I'll be over in ten minutes. Stay strong, Jade."

I hung up, unable to say much else. I shot her a quick text, however.

Key under welcome mat. Ask Cat for directions. Don't tell her anything. Don't let her come. Tell her that I took your stupid doll or something.

Not a moment later, she texted back.

I'm on my way. I'll hurry.

Thank god she got her driver's license.

I slid down my black walls, curling up into a ball. Out of all the people I actually considered my friend, why was Vega now one of them?

If anything, she caused this misery of mine, with her flirtatious hair flipping and sugar plum cheek bones and perfect angel voice..

God damn you, Vega, for being everything I want.

My eyelids started to feel heavy, and my vision began to blur. I felt my heart slow into a soft bump every now and then. My entire body just seemed to lose all feeling, and I slumped over, limply. Every time I heard the slightest shiver of my old house, my ears would ring to no end. My world was crashing down beneath me.

I did, however, take the time to notice that my head and feet were also bleeding, horribly.

Fantastic. Another blood stain.

At first I thought a mouse had been running up and down the narrow halls, but then I realized it was only the soft pitter-patter of Tori's Latina feet, coming to my rescue.

Yippee.

I heard my name; "Jade? Jade, are you up here?" I reached for my phone to answer Tori's stupid question, when my bedroom door swung open. I look over at her, my eyes filled with sorrow and despair. I truly could not fight my way out of this one. Tori ran over to me, sliding down on her knees, grabbing my shoulder. "Jade, sweetie-" She stopped mid-sentence. What little I had left of my blood ran cold. She called me 'sweetie'.

I coughed, putting on my Judy Garland voice. "Oh, I'm T-Tori Vega.. A-and I can't c-c-control my lesb-b-bian tendencies-s-s...! Why don't you ju-ust give me a kiss?"

Tori rolled her eyes. "This is seriously a life threatening situation and you choose to mock a voice that's not even mine now, in this moment?"

I looked up at her, my eyes smirking for me. "You..You didn't d-deny the lesbian t-t-tenden-den-cies-s."

Tori stands up, looking flustered. "Fine, if you're just gonna make fun of me, I'll just leave you here. This is probably one of your games, anyway."

And that's when I broke down.

"T-Tori, p-please. Wait.. I'm n-n-not joking, I-I-I seriously had an accident and I-I can't fix it. Please don't leave me, please don't leave me here to die!"

Tori's facial expressions had a serious moodswing. She went into my bathroom, and didn't even comment on my mess. I heard her rummaging through my supplies, and moments later, she reappeared.

"I'm gonna fix you. Okay? Sit still. Close your eyes. This will sting." She poured nearly the whole bottle of peroxide on my arms, and I screeched, banging my head on my bedside table, which knocked down several pens.

"Shit piss fuck cunt cocksucker motherfucker tits fart turd and twat," I screamed, as she dabbed a square of cloth with the liquid on my forehead and feet.

"Jade, I'm gonna have to get these glass shards out somehow. You can scream all you want. Just try to stay still."

I smirked slightly. "Yes, Nurse Tori." I saw a small blush spread across her sugar plums. "Red's your color, Vega. They compliment those rosy cheekbones."

She ignored my obvious compliment, probably not used to seeing me like this. Hell, I'm not used to it, either, so I can't blame her.

I felt the tweezers dig into my skin, and I was out.

I felt a hand shake me from my blackout, and I automatically swung on reflex.

"Jade.. Wake up. You're all fixed." I forced my eyes open. Tori was wrapping my arms up in bandages, being extremely gentle, just like she always is. She glanced over my body, and if my mouth hadn't been so dry, I would have shot a snarky comment at her. Instead, she tiptoed her way to the right side of my king bed, sticking her ass all up on my sheets. "Can I lay here?" she asked in a calm tone. I nodded, desperately craving the feel of her narrow, stick-like body all smushed up to my curvy, developed one. I wanted to take in her scent, which had a hint of roses and Latin spices blended together buried beneath beautiful rays of sunshine after a gentle storm.

God, what the hell? Who am I, Robbie?

Tori cleared her throat, shaking me of my disturbingly lustful desires for the Latina. "Uh, Jade. I, uh. Wanted to know why you asked me to come help you."

I blinked, unsure how to answer. I mean, yeah, I COULD say, 'Because I'm in love with you,' but that would never go well.

So I sit up, and she follows my actions. I look her dead in the eye.

Here goes nothing.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Tori nods. I lean in, and before she can turn her head so her ear is in hearing range, I softly grab her chin, placing my dry, chapped lips onto her soft, glistening ones.

Sparks never felt so amazing.