Jade was driving. She was driving away from it all. 6:30 might've been too early to head to school but she had to get away. If her friends wanted to know why she could sleep through the war when they went to Yerba it was because she lived through it everyday. She awoke this morning to the sounds of her parents fighting. Again. Apparently her stepfather had come home in the early hours of the morning which was clearly unacceptable by the amount of screaming that had woken Jade up. So here she was driving to school an hour a half early thinking about everything that made her life so hard to live. Everyone thought she was this horrible, mean person but they didn't know it was to cover up how badly she hurt inside. The only person who knew the truth was her best friend,, her girlfriend, Cat. Holding the smaller girl made Jade feel important, needed, like nothing in the world could ever go wrong as long as this beautiful girl was there. But right now she wasn't. Jade pulled off to the side of the road. She fumbled around in the glove box looking for something. She pulled out a small razor blade and pulled up her sleeve revealing many scars evenly spaced up her arm. Metal bit skin and crimson flowed from her wrist. Unable to hold herself together anymore Jade's head hit the steering as her shoulders shook from sobbing. She stopped startled as her phone rang. She forgot to pick Cat up for school. Rambling through the car to find a bandage so she wouldn't worry the redhead she turned around and headed for Cat's house.