Okay so this part of the flashback will be in Beck's point of view (can you change povs in a flashback?Idk but thats what I'm doing lol :]) and some of Jade's aswell. Quite a dramatic chapter, a bit angsty aswell, so...
Enjoy :]
Beck's POV
Once I see that Jade has slipped into class and the teacher hasn't punished her for being later I make my way to the art room. I know that no one is using it right now because art classes are held on Mondays and Wednesdays and today is Friday.
I open the door and check that no freshman have snook in. The room is empty.
I walk over to the back of the room, towards a square object covered with a cloth. I gently pull the cloth off, exposing the mural underneath.
I'd been working on this mural for months. It's a present for Jade for our anniversary this weekend. I scour the room for a craft knife of some sort and grab one lying on a nearby table. I get to work carving onto the wood and it takes me ten minutes to get it finished.
I step back to admire my work.
'Beck and Jade forever' was now carved into the middle of the mural.
I hear someone open the door and quickly scramble to cover up my work, hoping that it could still be a surprise. I just manage to throw the sheet over when my mum walks in. Great.
'What's that?' She asks curiously. She's always liked my artwork but I'm not quite sure she'll like this one...
'Err- just an art project I've been working on.' I manage to stutter out an excuse hoping that she won't ask to see it.
'Go on then, let me have a peek.' She says, tugging on the end of the sheet.
'No!' I scream at her, without thinking. She can't see this now, she can't ruin my plans.
'I'm sorry, what did you say?' She says, her tone turning from sweet to menacing in a matter of seconds. I pale in fear of her seeing the carving and lashing out at me. She shoves me out of the way and I stumble backwards. She rips the sheet off the mural and gasps when she says what I'd carved into the middle.
'No Beck. This isn't right, you can't be with her any more! She's not good for you! You don't need her, you have me! She doesn't love you and you don't love her, stop tricking yourself Beck.' She spits at me angrily.
'No! I love her! Why can't you get over the fact that we love eachother?! Pure, unconditional love! She's the one for me and you can't change that. No one can.' I say my voice raw with emotion. Her face gets even angrier and I can practically see steam coming out of her ears. I know I've made a mistake when she starts taking menacing steps towards me, like a tiger stalking it's prey. She picks me up and slaps me across the face, hard. I cry out in pain as her ring scratches my cheekbone and my lip busts.
She picks up the craft knife and starts ripping through the paper part of my mural and scratching on the wood, completely ruining my work. I scream at her but she doesn't stop. I try and pull her away but my visions to blurry from tears and I feel sick to my stomach all of a sudden.
She throws the knife to the floor and holds me by the collar of my shirt. She stares right into my eyes and whispers into my ear, venom laced in her words.
'Don't play with love Beck, there's always someone who gets hurt.' And with that, she stalks away. Leaving me dripping blood down my face and shaking in fear.
I look over to my mural. Destroyed. Gone. All my work gone.
The nauseous feeling in my stomach starts to get stronger. Stronger and stronger until it no longer feels like sickness anymore, just a want, a need. I reach into my pocket and pull out a lighter. I stare at it for a while before flicking the flame on. I guide it towards my finger and hiss at the burning feeling it gives me. Although it does come with pain, I find some satisfaction in creating some damage with the flame.
I decide to test out something bigger and scan the room for a test subject. I spot the tattered ruins of my work and decide to get rid of it for good.
Without thinking I flick the lighter on put the flame to to the mess that was left. The flame started out small, getting bigger and bigger until the flames had engulfed the whole mural and started moving on to everything else in the room.
I stare at the blaze, as it gets bigger and brighter, closer and more dangerous. But I don't move.
I can faintly hear the sound of the fire alarm and students running and screaming but I still don't move, it's all just background noise.
The fire is getting closer now. So close that if I just took a step forward I could reach out and touch it. I almost do, fortunately the sound of screaming and heavy footsteps coming down the hall.
My head snaps towards the door as I see Jade throwing it open and running in. I could see terror in her eyes as she cautiously made her way towards me.
'BECK! You have to-'she pauses to cough'-get out of here!' She coughs again covers her mouth with her sleeve to keep the smoke out. I realise that I've been holding my breath and quickly inhale, which ends up in a round of coughing, like Jade.
'Please Beck, if you don't leave then we'll die. I don't want that, I love you!' Jade pleads grabbing my arm and tugging me across the room. She manages to pull me to the doorway, and nearly out of the door, when the fire spreads to a stack of papers and quickly enlarges towards us.
I realise that if we stay any longer to flames will reach the paint canisters a meter away from us and explode. But it's to late.
It's all a blur, really. I hear Jade scream in fear and agony my mind is racing and all I want to do is hold her, tell her everything will be alright and kiss her till the pain goes away. But the rational part of my brain tells me that I need to get us out of here, to someone who could really help us.
My salty, pain filled tears drip down onto hair burnt, smokey face as I carefully pick her up and walk down the hallway...
Holy moth trucker that was long... I took a long time writing since I couldn't find any inspiration. I'm sorry if its terrible :/ please review and tell me what you thought and what I can do better :) lu guys x
