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The freshly warm blood oozed from her wrist. For a week she has tried to change her ways. She could be living the dream, but she was still trying to compete with everyone else. She honestly and truly believed that no one cared about her. Jasmine Summers had a problem. It couldn't be solve so easily. She slow used her right hand to put the razor on the sink. (Which she took out of a pencil sharpener.) She looked in the mirror. She softly hit it. She hated what she saw.

She pulled her left arm up, looking at her wrist. A tear slid down her cheek. Why? Why did she do this to her self? Why couldn't she be normal? Why couldn't she be happy that she just got to Hollywood? But instead of being happy about being here; she was confused. Who would want her on a TV show, movie, or commercial? Her dirty blonde hair wasn't perfect. Her hazel eyes held nothing but sorrow, pain, and emptiness. Her skin was pail. Most celebrities had a tan.

She was here because Camille knows about her… Issues? Habits? As Camille would call them. To Jasmine they were an escape. Camille asked to Jo get Jasmine one her new show. Jo said she could probably get Jasmine a small part for an episode or two. Jasmine's parents said nobody cares when she told them about it. They told her they would be happy to get rid of her. So here she was. Living in 5J at the Palm Woods by herself. She arrived at 11 p.m. So Camille didn't know she was here

She grabbed a piece of toilet paper and placed it over the cuts. The she looked in a small box she had not unpacked yet. She moved things around until she found what she was looking for, a rag. She ran it under hot water and ringed it out. Then she placed it over her wounds. It stung at little. She didn't mind. She like it. She placed her back on the wall and slid down it. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Next thing she knew she fell asleep like that.

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Jasmine's POV

A bright light shined through the window. I squeezed my eyes closed harder. Great… I have to tell Camille I'm here. I sighed and picked my self up off of the ground. I looked into the unpacked box in the corner. I grabbed my brush and make up from it.

I walked out onto the balcony to see what the temperature was. It was warm-ish. So I would wear my fingerless gloves. I noticed that my balcony was above the pool. I saw Camille sitting at the bottom talking to a black hair guy. I sighed and walked back in. I grabbed my Black Veil Brides shirt and a pair of ripped, blue jeans. I changed and went through some more unpacked boxes, until I found the gloves. I slid them on and made sure the cuts were covered.

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I walked down stairs instead of taking the elevators. I saw Jo (Don't really like her) talking to a blonde dude. Jo made a sad face and asked something. The blonde nodded. Jo sobbed and ran the other way.

"I'm sorry!" he yelled at her.

I rolled my eyes. He broke up with her. It was to obvious. That's when it hit me. He was one of those guys from Big Time Rush.

I walked past him into the pool area. Camille wasn't there anymore, but the dude with black hair was still there. I stared at him for a minute. He was another dude from B.T.R. I sighed and walk over to him. I placed a fake smile on. Its amazing what you can hide by putting on a smile.

"Uhm. Hi… Would you happen to know were Camille went?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Yeah. She said she was go-"

"Hey! Logan! Buddy! Are you going to tell me who your new friend is?" a brunette guy with amazing eyes asked. He smiled flirtatiously at me. I rolled my eyes. Player.

"Anyway, where did she go?" I ignored him.

"She went around front to comfort Jo," he looked at the brunette, "Kendall dumped her." he looked back at me, "Would you happen to be Jasmine?"

"Yup. The one and only Jasmine Summers… At least. The only one I know…"

He laughed. I half real smiled. "Camille told me to tell you to hang out with my boys and me today. Because she'll be Jo-busy all day."

My mouth formed an 'o' shape. "I-I don't want to intrude or anything."

"No no no! It would be SO cool if you could hang out with us today!" the brunette smiled.

"Well, I have to record and Carlos has extra dance practice for goofing off earlier. That just means you'll be stuck with Pretty Boy, James," he pointed at the brunette, "and Kendall."

I shrugged my shoulders. Then I glanced at James. His eyes full of hope. Something tells me these boys have never gone through what I have, "I-I guess…"

"I have to leave now. Later Jasmine, James." Logan stood up and walked inside.

"So… Jasmine," James stood closer to me. I took a step back. He took a step forward. The continued until we made it through the doors of the lobby. I turned around and ran. "Wait!" he ran behind me. He grabbed my left wrist and I cried out in pain.

"OWE!"

He had a confused/panic look on his face, "I'm so, so sorry! What did I do?" He still had a grip on my wrist.

"Let go!" my arm fell lose from his grasp. I pulled it to my chest and wrapped my right hand around my left wrist. I glared at him. I turned around to walk away.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." he mumbled over and over again as he followed behind me.

I rolled my eyes, "Look, its okay." I put on a weak fake smile.

He stopped and stared at me, "You shouldn't lie. I know that's a fake smile." He gave me a serious look.

"Whatever. I don't know you so fu-"

"Hey James and person I do not know. I'm Kendall." the blonde from earlier smiled at me.

"Uhh. Hey? I'm Jasmine."

"Oh. Logan text me about you. Are you still going to hang out with James and me?"

I turned around and looked back at James. He gave me a smile. I sighed and looked back at Kendall, "I guess I will."

"Great! What do you guys want to do," he said happily.

"Don't know. Don't care," I muttered to myself.

"Uhm… Why don't we give Jazzy a tour of L.A.?" James suggested

I whipped back around and glared at him, "What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me." I snapped.

"Jazzy. It suits you," he smirked.

"The he-"

"Okay, guys, lets not get carried away. James, that sounds like a plan," Kendall smiled again.

I rolled my eyes, "What makes you think I want to go on a tour of L.A. with him," she pointed her thumb behind her at James.

"HEY!"

"Well, then I could just take you if you want?"

"WHAT?"

"Shut it pretty boy," I snapped at him. "No thanks, Kendall. I rather just stay here at the Palm Woods today."

"Works for me. Want to come up to our apartment or something?"

"Uhm. I gue-" Gosh. Can i finish a sentance?

"LEAVE ME ALONE, CAMILLE! YOU KNEW HE WAS GOING TO DO THAT AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME? WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU! YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME RIGHT AFTER LOGAN TOLD YOU!" Jo screamed as she stormed inside.

Camille came running in after her, "Jo! I'm sorry! I know that!"

"You know what, Camille?" Jo hissed.

"What?"

"You're the WORST person EVER!"

Camille frowned and put her head down. I glared at Jo.

"Oh and you can tell that friend of yours she will NEVER get a job on MY show! I don't care if you want to change her 'habits'! I hate you!"

I stared at Camille in shock. She told Jo! I walked over to them slowly.

"Jasmine, I wouldn't do that if I were you!" James and Kendall yelled at me.

I walked up to Jo, "You want to know who the worst person here is? Do you want to see a anger habit of mine? Do you want me to show you hate!"

Jo flinched and said, "Who are you and why should I care?"

"I'm the girl with habits," I smirked at the look of horror on her face. "I've decided that I hate you. Leave Camille alone. She is an amazing person and half of the time I wish I was her and not me!"

"She is not an amazing person!"

"I warned you," I whispered and punched her across the face. I turned around and walked over to the elevators. I looked at Camille who, like everyone else in the room, had a shocked face on. "I'm sorry, Camille. I can't change my ways…" I whispered.

Normal POV

Camille heard Jasmine's soft whisper. So had James and Kendall. Camille's eyes were wide. She knew exactly what Jasmine was about to do and she didn't like it one bit.

"Cam, what is she talking about?" Kendall questioned.

Camille sighed, "Nothing." She turned to Jo, "I hope you're happy. She is about to do it again!" Camille punched Jo as well. Then she went to walk up the stairs.

"Well… I still want Jazzy to hang out with us!" James smiled. Kendall laughed a little.

"Then lets go get her…. Uhhh. Wait… Which apartment does she live in?"

"Camille! Wait!" James and Kendall ran after her.

"What?"

"Which room does she live in?"

"She who?"

"Jasmine."

Camille sighed again, "I-I don't know. Leave her alone until tomorrow. She… Has things she needs to do."

Sooo. Just to clear this: I'm NOT emo/gothic okay? I just felt like writing this story because of a song I was listening to. Continue? Don't continue? Good? Bad? Bleep Blap Bloop. Review! Also, the Anonymous Reviews are enabled too, so, make sure to click that button!

P.S. I was thinking about writing a Kames slash kind of story. Yes? No? opinions please!