Hey people. tear No comments? Oh well... I'm gonna post the next chapter anyways. You know why? Well...neither do I. I thought it to be a good idea, so here I am! I'm really hoping that you guys will read this and review! I've gotten really good reviews on this story from the other website, so I'm hoping for the same effect...it's not working. LOL. But yeah. Here you go. Even though there were no comments, whatever. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
It had been almost four months since Jamie's accident. Jude was sitting in a large office, in front of a small desk, waiting for a Ms. Georgia Bevans to arrive. She looked down at herwrist, the new gashes staring up at her, asking for friends. But she restrained. Jude had gone to a psychiatrist for help with all her problems, but she found it harder and harder notto bring out her shiny friend to play. Sometimes she would slip, and she enjoyed it. She liked watching the thick red liquid flow down the sink, she liked the pain that she felt when the blade cute through her skin, and she liked the rush that she would get doing so. She liked it all, and she craved it everyday. But she was learning, learning not to cut, not to get high, not to drink. She was told other ways to ease the pain, but none of them measured up, so once in a while, the blade would find a way out of its little box underneath the sink. Once in while, she enjoyed the pain. It had been her safe haven, her get away, her antidote to life.
"Hi, you must be Jude." A voice from behind her called out. Jude turned around to see a tall woman, brown hair, late thirties, early forties. When Jude didn't answer, the woman continued. "I'm Georgia Bevans, but you can call me G; everyone does..." she paused, searching for the right words. "I was a very good friend of your fathers. We've known each other since diapers. It was hard for me, also, learning about his death. I'm sure it was much harder for you, but I want you to know, I've experienced it before. I know what death feels like. To have part of you gone, just like that. To break down inside; to think no one cares, and that your life has ended. I know. I've had it happen to me many times too: my parents, a close friend and her kids, and now Stuart..." a tear strolled down Georgia's face. "If you ever want to talk, I'm here for you..." Jude looked up at the woman. Tears burned her eyes, but she knew not to let them fall. If she did, she would finally have to face reality, and Jude wasn't ready for that. "Thanks..." G let out a small smile. "Of course. Now, onto business. In your father's will, he instructed that if anything happened to him, I were to take his children. I know you're 18, legal, and perfectly able to live on your own. But, you've experienced dramatic things within the past few months, you have no money, and nowhere to stay, so you'll be with me for a while. I've sent the movers to get all of your things, and they have been brought back to my house. I have a nice room for you there. Sound okay so far?" Jude just nodded, and Georgia continued. "Here's a key, and money for the cab. Just give him this," she took a piece of paper from her coat pocket, "and he'll know where to go. Your room is the second door to the left, second floor. It has it's own bathroom, and a walk-in closet. If you need anything else, don't be afraid to ask." To Jude, G was trying a little hard. All this for her? But she respected it. She liked the fact that she was trying her best to make her life worth living. Jude smiled lightly. "Thank you. I really appreciate this." Jude smiled one last time at her new guardian, and exited the room.
Jude walked out of the building, and saw a cab waiting for her. Climbing in, she handed the driver the piece of paper G had given her. While they were driving, Jude thought a couple things over in her head. How was she going to stop cutting, and if she didn't, how hard would it be for her to hide it? Jude wasn't sure. She decided that once and for all she would stop cutting. Sure the pain numbed the hurt she was going through, but so did song writing...so did singing...so did playing her guitar...she decided to let out her emotions through that, instead of cutting. The drugs and alcohol, she wasn't addicted too. That would be easy to stop. She also thought back to her family and friends. Her dad and her were so close. It killed her to see him bloody, and half ripped off. Then there was her mom. They weren't as close as she and her dad, but they were mother and daughter. It still pained Jude greatly. Sadie and Jude weren't very sisterly, but after the divorce, they started getting closer. They soon became best friends. It was hard for Jude when she passed. Her, Kat, and Jamie had been friends since diapers...just like G and her dad. Then it hit her. Georgia was right. Everything Jude was going through right now, Georgia had already been through. Her parents, her friends...they had all died, just like Jude's family and friends. At first Jude didn't like G...at first she thought she was just another adult, pretending to know what she was going through. But Jude was wrong. Georgia DID know.
Ten minutes later, Jude stepped out of the yellow car, handed the driver her money, and walked up to the large brick house. Sticking her hand in her pocket, she stroked the key. Finally pulling it out, Jude stuck it in the hole, turned to the right, and twisted the knob. The house was huge. Not how she expected it. It was a lot larger than her house she lived in, grew up in. But she liked it. It gave her a sense of renewal. Jude climbed up the stairs, and entered her new room. All her stuff was piled everywhere. Jude sighed heavily. Walking into the mess, she began to open boxes. Right as her hand touched the third box, the doorbell rang.
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