Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious
They couldn't be together for seven days. Jade wouldn't let herself cry. Jade wouldn't let herself cave. Jade had to be strong. She knew a way to relieve the pain. She cut.
On the first day she made one very long, very thin cut on her arm. It stung but it gave her the pleasure she needed. Maybe this won't be so bad, she thought to herself. She wore a long shirt to cover the cut. Nobody noticed. Nobody thought there was anything odd about Jade wearing a sweatshirt in hot weather- that was just Jade.
The second day she made a jagged edge cut down the middle of her forehead. Once again she felt a release of pain and anxiety. The pain she felt was welcomed. She wore a band-aid to cover the scar. Beck asked her about it. She said she ran into a door.
She seemed upset. Beck could tell something was upsetting her but he figured that it wasn't all that serious. Jade could be a bit of a drama queen sometimes, as much as he loved her and he did. That night she made a cut down her neck. She cut too close to a major vein. Suddenly she was bleeding uncontrollably.
She was dizzy. She tried to breath but no air came in and out. She felt slightly lightheaded and shaken. She knew it was over. She knew it was time to say goodbye.
'Beck, I love you,' was her last thought.