Hollyoaks Jart: a little story about love
Chapter one: 1 year ago today
Fly thingy isn't strictly mine again the lovely and fantastically talented Cecelia Ahern ( i did change it a bit - soz to those people who thought i actually came up with that idea and wrote it all by myself - and seriously go buy and read her books) xx
I was watching a fly the other day, it was trying to escape my bedroom and with all its effort to escape it kept hitting its head on the window. Over and over again. It was frustrating and tiring to watch, only because if it had flown just a little higher it would have been free. But no over and over again it kept hitting its little head on the window. Then I began to think if me watching him from my bed across the room, was what it felt like to be god. You sit back and can see the bigger picture, but you can't do anything to help as people always want to do things for themselves. You can see the fly has an escape route but can't see it. I wondered if god to see a way out for me and Bart. I thought if I help this fly god will find a way out for me. It gave me a source of comfort, well it stopped me crying for a while at least until I got distracted and when I came back hours later to find the fly dead on the windowsill. I know it might not have been him, but to show you how vulnerable I am at this moment in my life I started to cry because in my head that dead fly meant Bart and I may never find a way out of this chaos we have found ourselves in.
What is good about sitting back and being able to watch people and their situations when you can't do anything to help those people and you just have to sit and watch them die, knowing you can't do anything to help. I never used to think like this in all these… what's the point I won't ever be able to get away from the past and go back to how it was, before we moved here. Before I met Bart, before life was complicated just before when everyone else was happy even if I wasn't but now I am.
I haven't actually told you anything yet, you must be so confused, that is if you still reading, if you are keep going I promise the story of my life so far will be more interesting than dead bluebottles. My name is Jas, Jasmine Costello but what's interesting about me? A lot is the answer, a lot. You see until I left Chester well go in a cab only to turn around again, you see I said I would never be able to leave. Ok I will start from the beginning.
August 2010 I arrived in Hollyoaks Village, after a summer in America and that was when I meet Bart a few days after came to the Village while I was Jasmine, we had an instant connection, however that was when nobody knew the secret that was tearing me apart inside, I was disgusted by myself. And although Bart and I developed an instant and intimate connection I knew I shouldn't be with him because you see back then I wanted to be a boy or Jason and it wouldn't have been fair to Bart, then again he was so persistent I eventually gave in and we became boyfriend and girlfriend. That was until Fern kept blackmailing me about my secret, back then Bart had no idea what was going on, he was too in love, with me. That all stopped once said stabbed Bart and blamed Jason. That was when I came clean and told Bart everything. His reaction wasn't the best but by far not the worst, he and I eventually became friends and he came with me in December to tell the police about Fern, and tell my family about Jason.
Ok… there you have a background to my story, now present or recently present time. My family are the most broken, possibly ever in history, Dad had an affair with his son Riley's Ex Mercedes McQueen (Bart's Cousin, tragic he is part of that family I know believe me I do), Seth my twin brother has never had a proper girlfriend don't know why he's not too bad looking, but he has dated a few lesbians. And well where do I start with mum and granddad. I will make this short. Granddad killed mum because he thought she was another person (one of the Village sluts actually). And then there's Gem who moved away after dad broke her boyfriends leg. See chaotic family.
So dad and I were supposed to go to America but I couldn't go. And that was 1 year ago today, I have been living near the village while everyone back in the village thinks I am in America.
