Okay quick author's note, Danielle(cough the person who actually writes this; i'm just here to upload the chapters because she still can't figure out how to) wanted to say that she'll try to update again over the holidays but might not be able to

okay yes enjoy this chapter (or not because it's terrible sobs loudly)

Sometimes, when no one was awake, Jade would slip out of her room and downstairs. Then she would walk outside and sit on the front porch of her home. Sometimes, she'd read on the porch, or smoke a drag. Other times though, she'd just sit there, with a stony look on her face. Jade would sit there for hours at a time, then slip in and pretend to sleep just before her tutor showed up.
The cycle would repeat it's self a few times each week. On the nights that she stayed in her room, she would finger her phone, wanting, desiring, to call or text Tori. But she never let herself do it. Jade knew that Tori would be able to tell right away about the drugs. Her mother was oblivious, just happy to have her back. Her therapist didn't know, or her tutor. Only Jade. It was always, only Jade. At the moment though, Jade sat in her room, looking out the window. In her hand she held a small bag. Inside was a handful of white, crystal substance.
Crack.
She had never gone as far as Crack; usually she only had a few joints here and there. She had control of her situation. Jade didn't notice when her mother walked into her room, holding a bowl of chicken noodle soup. She did notice though, when her mother let out a gasp of shock, and slammed down the bowl on her desk.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Her mother screamed, snatching the bag from Jade's hands.
"Give that back!" Jade yelled to her mother, reaching for the bag, only to be pushed to the side as her mother ran out of the room and towards the washroom. She was going to flush it!
Jade ran after her mother, "No! Mom! Please don't!"
But her mother just ignored her, and poured the substance down the toilet and pulled the flusher. Then she stood and faced her daughter, rage and pain clear on her face and in her eyes. "How could you?" She yelled, "You're better than that!"
"It was MINE, Mom! That cost me two hundred dollars!"
"And whose two hundred dollars was it, Jade?"
Silence.
Then, in a feeble whisper, Jade said, "Yours. It was your money."
"That was for your therapy Jade! How could you! Ugh!" Her mother screamed, grabbing Jade's arms and pulling her into her room.
Jade snapped, memories came flooding back to her like a harsh slap to the face. She remembered Beck dragging her to his bedroom, where she had been forced to have sex, use drugs and other, terrible things.
"GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME!" Jade bellowed, smashing her mother against the wall again and again, then threw her to the floor when she realised what she had done. Blood poured from her mother's nose, and her eyes fluttered. Then she passed out.
"I've turned into Beck. I'm a monster… I just attacked my own mother!" She thought to herself, and started to panic. Quickly, she grabbed towel of cold ice and put it onto her mother's neck. It would slow the blood flow. Jade had started to hyperventilate when she saw the blood. Suddenly, her mother started to convulse under her, gasping for air. Then she fell still.
Hastily, Jade felt for a pulse. When she didn't feel one, she started to sob. "Mom! Mom! Wake up, please mom wake up!" Jade had unintentionally killed her mother, and she fell into a heap on the floor, sobbing.
Hours later, she stood, the tutor would be here in 30 minutes, and she couldn't be here when he got here. So Jade stood up slowly, and suddenly knew what she was going to do. As if she was in a dream, Jade walked to her bathroom. It took her ten minutes to put her hair up into a flawless ponytail, and another ten minutes to put on her make-up. Like she used too; Jade returned to her mother and kissed her cheek. "We will see each other soon, I promise." She whispered, then stood and walked out of the house.
Jade walked, not really knowing where she was going. It took her about an hour to get where she apparently wanted to go. She stood in front of a large bridge, over the harbor. She could see cars zipping across it, and people walking across it as well. So she sighed and climbed up onto the bridge. About halfway across, she ran into another person walking. The man rudely swore at her and pushed her away from him. Jade flinched as if he had shot her, whispered a feeble sorry, then kept walking. She glanced up at the bridge railing, and got her idea. Looking from side to side, she climbed up onto it and moved so she could just jump.

I'm falling apart…barely breathing.
With a broken heart...that's still beating.
In the pain, is there healing?
You said that I could be okay…

Behind her, she could hear people gasping, and one person calling the police. She stood there, ignoring the begging for her to get down. Jade stood there, sure of what she was about to do. She didn't care anymore, Tori would be fine. She had Cat.
Jade stood there for forty minutes. It was enough time for the media to show up and the strategic response unit. She just ignored the people there; she ignored the man climbing on the ledge with her, a harness around his waist. He asked her to come with her, to take his hand.
Finally she said something. "I'm dead anyways..."
Then she jumped.