Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious or any of the characters.
3rd person POV.
Jade sat on her black silk bed covers, sharpening and polishing her many scissors. She did this every week to ensure they were kept to the utmost standard. She finally reached her pair that were used most frequently, but not for cutting paper. These needed the most care as these helped her through her strongest emotions; they were like a friend with the companionship they gave her. Once she had finished with them, Jade left them out and put the other pairs carefully away into her draw each in their own special selected place and slid the draw gently shut.
Jade returned to her bed and picked up the scissors, turning them over in her hands, letting the memories flood over her. Her arms and legs tingled as she thought about every scar she had ever made; each one had its own little story to why it was there. No one knew about her painful secret and even if they suspected they didn't care. Why would anyone ever care about Jade? Who would worry about her? No one. Everyone assumed that she was perfectly happy being a little storm cloud, the freak that would hurt them on a daily basis. She could look after her self.
The truth was, she couldn't.
Jade's POV.
I stalked into school, dreading yet another day of the hell that is my life. The people who stared like I was in some kind of freak show! Let the bitches stare! I give up giving a fuck! Tori was between me and me locker, great, all I needed was little miss perfect sunshine in the way. I stomped past her, ignoring her attempt at a good morning. I felt a small amount of pride as I saw my locker, covered in scissors as normal. I threw my locker open, grabbed my books and slammed it shut just as the bell for first period rang.