It had been a week since Beck had died. Jade wasn't mean anymore. In fact she hardly ever spoke. She was depressed and had given up. With everything. She had also started to doubt herself. As far as Jade was concerned her life was over, she had nothing left to live for. She had been trying to make a list of things that made her life worthwhile. It had one item. She also had a list of things that were bad about her life. That was very long.
The good points:
1:Good school
The bad points:
1: Dad hates me
2: Mum hates me
3: Step mum hates me
4:Few friends
5:Lonely
6: Dad says I won't be successful
7: Depressed
8: No talent
9:Ugly
10:Too thin
11:Anger problems
12:Jealousy problems
13:Trust issues
14: Beck is dead
She didn't try at school. Her grades went downhill and reading 'did not finish' on her work was becoming more common. Her dad got mad, and consequently each day Jade would go to school with a couple hundred new bruises or cuts. She was becoming ill. Cutting herself. She would drive too fast, just to feel the danger. Just to feel something. Something other than hurt, sadness or loneliness.
Each day was the same. She would wake up, get beaten up, go to school, get bad grades, go home, get beaten up and go to bed. Now her life was like this, she thought of Beck as the lucky one. He was dead; he didn't have to put up with hurt or loneliness. Or so she thought.