I'm black and blue
'cause I fell for you
Jade West was broken.
It was a fact that she would never, ever admit to anyone, not without a gun pressed against her temple. Said temple currently throbbed, not even mildly dulled by the two Advil she took half an hour ago.
Now, she wasn't broken on the outside. No, no. Her outer shell was perfectly intact, and apart from the little stitches on the inside of her left hand she received from picking up pieces of a broken mirror with her bare hands, her skin wasn't bleeding and her bones weren't shattered.
It was on the inside where she hurt the most.
Seven years bad luck couldn't compare to the whole life of bad luck she'd encountered over her nineteen years.
Everything he ever said was a lie. A filthy, horror filled pit of lies that disgusted her. He'd said that he loved her. Jade never knew how good of an actor he was until it came out that he never meant any of it.
Beck Oliver was perfect.
His tanned skin and beautiful smile made the ladies fall at his feet, and his acting skills were coveted by every actor that put one foot over the city limits of Hollywood. He had the ability to laugh everything away - every rumor, every cruel joke, every mention of her name.
Jade kept that smirk plastered to her face, that stupid grin that always irritated her in pictures, just to spite him. If she cried in the shower - don't you know my eyes are red because of allergies? - he wouldn't know.
Because his life was perfect now and he wasn't going to wait for her to catch up with him - to chase after him, screaming that she loved him. Why would he wait for a girl that wasn't perfect-perfect-perfect?
Answer: he wouldn't.
All those months had passed and she was still a mess but how could she not be? The boy who she'd devoted three years to had gone and ripped the heart from out of her chest. Jade West tried her hardest not to love anyone - and yet she had fallen for this boy hard. And Jade doesn't do anything in halves.
Every kiss, every promise, every crossed word between them - she'd meant every single one of them. She might have been an actor, but Jade West was not a liar.
While a string of new actresses fell from the theater stage into his apartment, she spent long nights alone - if you didn't count the little redhead that held her hair when she'd drank just one too many glasses of who-knows-what. Her friends try to stop this winding track of self destruction but she simply smiles and laughs - maybe a little too convincingly - and says that they'll never know what is best for her.
Jade West was broken - but even broken crayons can still color, and shattered glass can turn into the most beautiful, shimmering mosaic.
I'm falling
Black and blue
It's what I need to do