Disclaimer- don't own Victorious:(
"Come on Jade, hurry up or your going to be late sweetheart!" 7 year old Jadelyn West heard as she brushed her hair. She had on a bright pink skirt with a white camisole. She set down her brush and hurried downstairs. She jumped off the bottom step and her dad caught her in his arms and swung her around. She giggled and he set her down.
"You better hurry Jade, or else mommy will get angry!" her dad teased as she rushed out the door. Her mom was sitting in the car, and Jade jumped in.
"Let's go get your ice cream Jade!" her mother said cheerfully as they drove to the shop. Jade chattered non-stop, and her mom was laughing as the semi hit them.
BAM! There was the screech of metal, break of glass, and banging as the semi screeched to a stop and the truck rolled off the road and into the ditch. Jade opened her eyes and saw her skirt and shirt stained with blood. The red blood splattered against her pristine white shirt scared her. She was hurt everywhere.
"Mommy?" she croaked out. She got no reply. Soon she blacked out.
She woke up in a hospital. She looked around, and a doctor came in.
"Jadelyn, I'm glad you're up." He said, smiling sadly.
"Where's my mommy?" was the first thing she said, squinting at him. The doctor's face turned grim.
"I'm sorry but your mother died on impact. You're lucky to be alive Jadelyn."
Lucky my ass. I wasn't lucky to be alive. Ever since then my dad hated me, because had I not wanted ice cream, my mom would still be alive. He hates me.
But I hate myself too.
Everyone wonders why I am so addicted to my scissors. I'm so addicted to them because they help me get through the pain.
"Jade, be careful! Those can cut you!" Jades mom warned as Jade started playing with scissors.
"Don't worry mommy I will be super careful!" a cheery Jade said as she cut out a picture.
I'm not so careful anymore.
I was sick of life. I was done. Beck broke up with me for Tori. I know its for real because I saw his RV shake as I walked up to his RV and heard Tori's little voice.
I walked away.
So theres one cut for Beck.
One cut for Tori.
Three cuts for my broken, empty heart.
And five to finish off.
Its just a normal day for me. Thank god I have my scissors.
I watch as my blood stains the pristine white towel.
Just like my mothers blood stained my shirt that day.
This is why I love my scissors.
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