Hey guys, my Elavan story kept getting deleted, so I'm going to write a Bade story, because that's how I roll.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Jade/Liz or Beck/Avan.
Jade's POV:
I sat alone in the corner of the janitor's closet. With my knees pulled up to my chest, hugging them tightly, I bit my lip and tried not to think about…well, about anything really. I never showed it in front of anyone, but our breakup saddened me more than I think it saddened Beck. Beck was supposed to be there for me, all the time. Everything I told him, every emotion I only showed to him, gone. In ten seconds. Ten freaking seconds.
Beck's POV:
I was sitting with Cat, André, Robbie, and Tori. Cat was going on about some dream she had a few nights ago, all I heard was something about a unicorn, candy, and her bra. I was in deep thought. I wasn't an idiot. I knew Jade was upset, even though she never showed it. I could see past those cold, icy blue eyes. Those beautiful eyes…that had cried over me. I was one of the 4 people to ever see Jade cry. It was me, Cat, Tori (because of a breakup), and her mother. It hurt. It hurt to see those walls come crumbling down, not knowing what to do. She was usually so strong. The part that makes me feel the worst is that I know exactly where she is, probably crying her eyes out, or, taking her anger out on a trashcan with her scissors. I knew where she was, but I didn't have the guts to go comfort her. I'm such an idiot. This is all my fault.
Cat's POV:
The whole gang and I were sitting at our usual lunch table. Well, not the whole gang. We were missing my favorite member. Jade. It's a surprise to most people that we're best friends, I understand. I'm all pink, sparkly, happy and a ditz, and she's…the opposite. But, we're closer than anyone knows. We both have our problems, and that's what makes us so close. I could sense something was wrong. Jade wasn't here, probably off hurting things, or, herself. I was the only one that knew about the cuts that trailed down her forearm. I had once walked in on her, when she was cutting.
It was Saturday, and I had decide to drop by for a visit. I knew Jade was upset about Beck. I walked up the stairs to the hallway. I stopped just outside of Jade's door. I could hear her crying. I barged in, not bothering to knock.
"Holy shit, Cat!" Jade yelled, tears still streaming down her face.
I apologized, and looked down to see the bloody pocketknife in her hands and bloody wrists dripping onto the hardwood floor.
"Jade," I started, "what do you think you're doing?" I asked, voice cracking with tears welling up in my eyes.
She just stared at me and burst out crying again. I quickly walked to the bathroom, got paper towels, and came back.
"Shh, it's okay." I whispered as I wrapped her wrists and she cried into my shoulder.
"It's not okay," Jade sobbed. "I'm messed up, stupid, and uglier than Vega, which is probably why Beck let me go in the first place."
"Jade," I stared into her blue eyes, now soft and sad. "A lot of people go through this problem, so you're not messed up. You're extremely smart, and are the prettiest girl I know. Tori has nothing on you." I told her, not being able to control what was coming out of my mouth.
"Y-you mean that?" she asked, slightly smiling.
"Yes," I said with full confidence. "Every bit of it. You need to give yourself more credit, Jadelyn West."
"Shut up." she said playfully, punching me in the arm because I said her full name.
"Hey, Jade?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"You know you can always come to me, right? If you and Beck are fighting, or it's about Beck, or Tori, you can come talk to me."
"I know." Jade said, smiling.
After our conversation, I stayed for about another hour, letting her cry, and spread her emotions freely. Honestly, I loved when she did this. Not cry, of course, but actually let someone know what she's feeling. It made me feel like she trusts me, and that we're still best friends, even after ten years.
Jade's POV:
Sometimes I wonder to myself what was going on in Beck's head, in those ten seconds. Was he sad, happy, relieved, angry? If I was him, I'd probably be relieved. I'm a monster. I know I am. I hear it in the hallways at school all the time. What pisses me off is that they try to act like I can't hear. But I can, and even I, Jade West, have feelings. Surprising, right?
Earlier, I was walking down the hallway when someone yelled out,
"Damn, West! Lookin' good babe!"
Usually, most girls would be happy to hear this, but it was the biggest pervert in the school, and the one that broke my heart. Ryder Daniels.
"Get lost, Daniels." I hissed.
"Jesus, Jade. Can't the goth queen take a compliment?" the amusing tone in his voice obvious.
"Nope, not today she can't." I said before turning around and stalking off.
"Wow," I heard him say behind me, "what a bitch. Why do you even still go to this school you heartless monster?"
That was it. That was my breaking point. I got my things out of my locker, shoved them in my bag, and ran to the janitor's closet. I pulled out my notebook, and scribbled a letter through my tears. It read,
Dear Whoever Is Finding This,
I can't take this pressure anymore. All I ever wanted was to be accepted, but that isn't happening. Sometimes I feel like the world would be a better place without me. So, I'm doing you all a favor, by ending my life. Before I do, I'd love to thank Beck Oliver, for playing with my heart, Tori Vega, for making my life a living hell, my father, for abusing me, and Ryder Daniels, for everything you ever did or said to me. I hope everyone feels terrible for this, though you probably don't, since I'm a heartless monster.
So, I guess this is it.
Goodbye Forever,
Jade West.
I stared at my suicide note, having second thoughts. I hated everyone on here, except Beck…but he hurt me. Multiple times. God, I couldn't trust anyone anymore! Except one person. I hastily dialed Cat's number and held my phone up to my ear.
