Silence isn't something that the human race is used to. Back in the day of the primates, it wasn't all silent. Whether it was the starting of a fire, smashing rocks, or the simple noise of the untrained mind, the world wasn't completely silent.
Until now.
Sometimes I get angry at what happened to me. Sometimes I get sad. Well, I guess I should say that I used to get angry and sad. Lately I haven't been feeling much of anything. Lately my life has been one day and night blended after the other. Never ending, never slowing, and never brightening. The colors that I used to classify as blue and red and yellow and green no longer exist. My life is melting into one giant spot of grey. The scars on my arms don't faze me anymore. What used to disgust me on others now makes me beautiful. Or as beautiful as something as hideous as myself can be.
I have a decent home life I guess. Though my parents are separated, they still talk and hangout. They both love me and support me through all my troubles. I have an older brother, Jason. They support the fact that I'm a lesbian and they take me to see therapists every week. Though I don't particularly enjoy opening up with people, there is one person I can be honest with.
Her name is Tori. Tori Vega.
When I first met my girlfriend, I'll admit, I didn't like her. We were total opposites. She was quirky and nice and beautiful. Then there's me; that emo chick in the corner who obsesses over scene boys and cuts herself. And at first, we didn't get along at all. But then…something just clicked. Beck had just broken up with me and I was crying, Tori took me aside and asked me what was wrong. So I told her everything that had happened to me. (We'll go into that in more detail later) Then she took me by surprise. She kissed me. Yes! The girl in whom I was plotting demise had kissed me. The even weirder part? I kissed her back.
Yes. That's me. I have a girlfriend who loves me, a brother and parents who support me. Friends who would lay their life out for me. So why is my life going from color to grey, from beautiful to ugly, from happy to miserable?
You're about to find out, I guess. If you want to hear my story. My name is Jade.