Jade's Reality
Summary: Jade is sick and tired of her life. She needs a distorted reality to hide herself in for a while. When she stumbles into something greater than she can handle, it comes down to love. Can she lose herself in all that isn't real, or does she yo-yo back to reality she's always known leaving the one thing that makes her complete behind?
Chapter 1.
4:45
It was too early for any sane person to be getting up, but, then again when have I been sane? I've been born into this role that isn't me. I take my hour long shower and use all my beauty products and look in the wall mirror.
The person in the mirror isn't me.
You see she has the most fakest blonde hair with frosted highlights, and a crisp orangey tan, due to the tanning salon. Her frame is sleek and thin thanks to the many hours in the gym, along with a mani and pedi. But in the inside she wants to have the black hair with the blood red tint. She wants to wear black and shirts with band names on it, without having being called emo. And her orange tan can go, along with her perfect French manicured nails that are dying to be painted black. But you see Jade can never be that person without her parents claiming she's the devil and disowning her.
She can never be the real Jade.
I can't ever be the real me. It's sad really. I can't say what I want to say, do what I want to, be who I wan to. I follow everyone else, just like good little Jade is supposed to. But I'm ready for a change. I mean nothing drastic that'll kill my parents, like the piercing I've been wanting since I was 13, but maybe step out of the box my life is in. I decided to take life art classes. For all of you who don't know what that is, you sketch people who are nude. Don't say it's perverted, because it's not. I mean would Michelangelo be where he is if he didn't sculpt nude people?
I think not.
So every Monday I skip a ride with Rick. Rick is my quarter-back boyfriend. I'm the head cheerleader, isn't that so cute? Not. Red-Neck-Rick is what I like to call him in my head. All he cares about is football, getting girls, partying, and more football. But back to life art classes, I'm sure you get the point. I skip a ride with Rick and walk to the National Art Museum in Downtown. It's not the safest thing because I have to take alleyways to get there; I can't let anyone see me and spread rumors. Sure I've met the occasional hobo but nothing risky. That's why I have pepper spray and a trusty cell, just in case.
God forbid I try to take care of myself.
But today was a Monday and I had something to look forward too. I looked through my closet trying to find something 'suitable' to wear. I ended up with a jean mini skirt and a hot pink Abercrombie tank-top. I thought about wearing heels but thought better of it because I'd be walking today. To complete my Abercrombie ensemble I threw on a pair of white flip-flops. I didn't even bother wearing underwear; all the girls are doing it now days. So in order for me to "fit-in" underwear-less I go to my hell on Earth, school.
"Jade, breakfast is ready!" Fran my fifty year old maid called right in schedule. Fran is my mother, well not technically but she raised me while mother and father went on endless vacations. Vacations from what I'll never know.
Because my parents never worked a day in their lives, they are both heirs to their FATHERS money, not their own. But do they care? No. They are always giddy partying with useless people who don't matter. But let's get back to breakfast, shall we.
I walked down the main staircase and hummed my way to the kitchen. On the island was a bowl of oatmeal. I'm on a special diet, thanks to mother. Even while she's away she manages to ruin what I have. Which is everything, but it means nothing. I sit down and poke at the mushy glob. My stomach grumbled. I sighed at forced a spoonful of the mushy glob into my mouth. It was sweetened with sugar. Thank God for Fran! I finished of the oatmeal and headed for the door.
Rick was sitting in his red pick-up fixing his hair. I walked to his truck and hopped in the passenger's side.
"Good morning Jade. Don't we look hot today?" He was looking at me up and down, lingering at my legs. He placed his hand on my inner thigh and I started freaking out. So I said the first thing that came to mind.
"I h-have my p-period!" His face turned from lust to disgust in an instant. What a turn-off, I laughed to myself. He was going to be the last guy that touched me. I'm against giving it up, unless you're sure. And I was sure that Rick wasn't getting it.
The ride to school was quite. Rick got the message that he wasn't touching me, and I'm sure in his head he was plotting to get me drunk or something. I stepped out of truck and Rick came around. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and everything was back to normal. Only I hated normal.
3:00 pm
I started towards Liberty St. Happy school was finally over, and I was out of its clutches. I turned to the right and into the back alleyway of Pizzaro's Pizza. It was a long narrow path that lead one block off of the museum. I hauled my backpack which weighed a ton because of all the art supplies that was stored in it. I grabbed my I-Pod out of my purse and tuned out to Hawthorne Heights and Flyleaf.
I will break into your thoughts
With what's written on my heart
I will break, break
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
If you want more of this
We can push out, sell out, die out
So you'll shut up
And stay sleeping
With my screaming in your itching ears
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
Hear it, I'm screaming it
You're heeding to it now
Hear it! I'm screaming it!
You tremble at this sound
You sink into my clothes
And this invasion
Makes me feel
Worthless, hopeless, sick
I'm so sick,
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss,
Selfishness
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
I'm so sick
Infected with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so
I'm so sick
I'm so
I'm so sick
(I'm So Sick- Flyleaf)
The words were speaking to me as a paced down the alley. The song was ending; I looked down and saw the battery was almost dead. Shit. If I wanted to listen to music on the way back I had to turn it off. I had a good fifteen minutes before I got to the street that lead to the museum. So I walked in silence, until I heard voices ahead.
"You have it?" Oh great I walked in on a drug dealing. I should've turned around but I felt the urge to stay where I was and listen.
"Yea, AB Positive just like you asked." Was that a new drug? The first thing that came to mind was blood, but why would he be buying blood. The voices became muffled like they were walking a way. I stepped forward.
Crack.
I looked down and saw glass. I had just given myself away.
"Hey whose there," I turned around and began running. My bag was too heavy and was slowing me down. I glanced back and saw two hooded figures chasing me at inhumanly speed. I was going to get caught, I dropped my bag and yelled, "Take it, I have money in it." I kept on running until I was at the halfway point in the alley. I looked back and saw no one. I paused and took a breath. I sat down on the muddy bricks and reached for my purse. My cell was still there, I called Rick.
"H-e--llo," Rick's voice was slurred. I dead give away he was drunk and useless. So I hung up and called Fran.
"Dagger Residence,"
"Fran I need your h-,"
I didn't even get to finish my sentence because my cell was snatched out of my hand.
Then blackness.
A/N- Well this is my new story. I needed a break from Twins and decided to create my own Vamp story. I want to be very exact with Jade's Reality so expect a lot of links to things that are in the story!
Btw- I love Hawthorne Heights and Flyleaf! I actually love everything! (Music wise) I'm a hip-hop, country, emo, pop, rock kinda chick! Not only in music but in style too.