"There once was a girl. Not just any girl, but a teenage girl. Her name is Jasmine. She was like every other girl at first. Just passing through life trying to figure out where she fit in and who she was. Then all of a sudden everything changed, she wasn't sure when, but something happened. She'd had her run of friends, but now she had a couple friends who, like her, were anime freaks. She soon found out they were all for gay marriage. Well, not just for it, but also part of it and were very stubborn about it. It was against Jasmine's religion, but she went with it for awhile because she didn't want to lose them as friends and didn't want to get into an argument because they very easily turned to violence. Jasmine was strong, in fact she took taekwondo (and was very good at it), but she didn't want to hurt them, and she didn't want to get hurt. For a couple years, she had tried to find a compromise, but could never think of one. However hard she tried to find a compromise, a loop hole, something, she always felt horrible inside whenever it was mentioned. She began to tear herself apart at the seams.
She was convinced by her friends to become a part of tumblr. She soon found out about the prospect of self-harm. Many people did it when they were depressed, and for some reason they were desperate to stop self-harming for the sake of someone, whether it be tumblr fans, a boy/girlfriend, or even friends. Jasmine soon became intrigued by the idea that the pain of wounds could make people feel better. She tried it for herself, but instead of feeling better by the pain, she enjoyed the blood sprouting from her skin it was a beautiful shade of red. In fact the only thing she was afraid of was pain, never ending, and at the mercy of whatever was hurting her. She wasn't even afraid of death or anything because of her religion, however, there was something about pain she couldn't help but fear. She kept the cutting a secret, and covered the easily scarred skin. One of the most obvious ways of hiding it was not using a razor, she simply used scissors. Even when she started to wear cooler clothes, and the scars were barely visible they didn't notice. A part of her wanted them to notice and try to give a chance to explain herself, but in all reality they'd just think she was looking for attention and would dismiss it as they complained about their "problems" which seemed like a better alternative to Jasmine, but they insisted that her life was better. She remembered solemnly laughing in her head as she displayed her wonderful acting techniques to them. Just keep smiling, and they'll never notice, it's not like they actually care about your feelings. They're just using you was a trashcan for their problems.
Summer was drawing nearer, so she stopped for a camp, where she felt at home. She didn't want them to find out or worry. It turned out that they also supported gay rights, her residential counselor especially. She just went along with it. It wasn't as bad with them because they were willing to look at both sides, however, nearly no one there had a religion of any kind because they were too smart for that. There's apparently no hard enough proof for them to accept it. In fact a friend or two of her's teased her quite a bit because she went to church on Sunday's, when they could just sit around and hang out. It was a huge disappointment to her.
Soon she entered high school, and thought, enough was enough. She one day just stopped talking to them all together, but was now a lone within the world. She went to a different school than the rest of her classmates, so she knew no one. She gained a couple of friends, but no one too close. It was odd for her, because she'd think, 'I could do that with my friends!' or 'I can't wait to do that with my friend's!', but then her heart plummeted into her intestines because she realized he had no friends and probably wouldn't have any for awhile. Which meant getting a boyfriend was totally out of the question.
Around this time, thanks to her new enemy, tumblr, she found a group of people. They were called Achievement Hunter, which was a smaller part of a bigger company Rooster Teeth. Jasmine enjoyed everything that both of them posted on the internet. Soon they became the only thing that could make her laugh or smile. It also helped prevent her from hurting herself. She never dared become part of the community, no, she enjoyed standing at the edge having her own view of them, with out embarrassing herself, or having other people bother her view. Then a thought came into her mind, what if she could become part of Rooster Teeth or even Achievement Hunter? She looked into it, further and further. Unfortunately she didn't posses any of the talents they were looking for naturally, so she'd have to practice. But there was something stopping her, money, and her parents.
Her parents never gave her much money. She never had an allowance. Even the money she got from relatives, were put into her bank account for later. She couldn't buy the game consoles or even the games to practice. The most advanced game console she had was a Game Cube. The best bet she had was a gaming club she went to secretly at her school.
Her parents also had very high hopes for her because her sister didn't turn out the way they wanted her to be. They wanted her to get a science major, which was the exact opposite of what she wanted to do. But since they would probably refuse have anything to do with her if she followed her dream, she followed through college. She received a good job and stayed there for awhile.
Rooster Teeth was constantly changing, but for some reason no matter who came, or who left, she still had a good time. Now that she was free of her parents restrictions she had the opportunity to do what she wanted, but her parents were still watching her and judging her. So she made sure they never knew about her dream. Since she was making her own money, she bought game consoles, and various popular games. She also went to almost all the conventions that Rooster Teeth went to.
Soon her parents died. She got over it fast, and now had the perfect opportunity to finally follow her dream. But she couldn't do it. No way were they going to let her join them. They even said, "We are looking for the best the internet has to offer." She wasn't the best. That's all there was to it. She never even had the heart to try it.
Eventually, she lie on her death bed. She continued to watch all their videos, and rewatched the older ones. She never married, and never had friends. As she died she remembered all the chances she could have pursued her dream, all the times she could have had with the Rooster Teeth crew. But none of it happened. She was just an old lady on her death bed with absurd dreams and the life she never had. Nothing was left for her. She mentally wished Rooster Teeth luck, and fortune. It was all she could do for them. Then with her final breath she whispered, "If only..." something that no one would ever hear. Her final words were carried off into the wind, and disintegrated." I wrote.
I took on last look at the story. There was no point in posting this. There was nothing to come of this. What was I even thinking? I was just being selfish, and I was looking for sympathy. But I hovered my mouse over the "Publish" button. I tried my best not to let any tears slip through as I gave my story to the internet to tear to shreds. I gave them my past, my present, and my easily predictable future.
