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Tori's POV.
I knock on her door and wait patiently for her to answer. Nothing. I knock again, a little harder this time. Still nothing. I try the handle and the door opens.
"Jade?" I call timidly. I hear an odd noise upstairs so I follow it. As I get closer to the door at the end of the corridor I recognise it a retching. I slowly creep closer to the door and peek through the crack where it hasn't been shut properly. At first it looks like Jade is just ill until I see her raise her hand to her mouth and thrust her fingers down her throat.
"JADE!" I scream as I barge into the bathroom.
Jade chokes and splutters as I enter. She has tears rolling down her cheeks, and her mouth looks like its bleeding. She moans gently then falls to the floor sobbing.
"Jade," I say softer this time. "Jade, come on, get up." I haul her up and gently sit her on the side of the bath. I start to clean up. I get a flannel and carefully mop her face like a child's'. Then I clean up the bathroom, flushing the evidence down the toilet then washing my hands. I take Jades hand and lead her down the landing to where I know her room is.
"Jade, do you want to tell me what's going on?" I ask when she is comfortably in her PJs and sat on her bed.
"I-I, I'm so… fat," Jade whispers the last word.
"No, you're really not, you're beautiful just the way you are. Why were you bleeding?" I look at her with deep concern.
"My nails," Jade hugged herself gently. "They cut my throat when I purge. And I'm not fucking beautiful! How could anyone find me beautiful, I'm a fucking freak who cuts her self, purges and wants to die!" She screams at me.
"J-Jade, you want to… die?" I now am trying not to cry, she gives me the worst amount of shit in the world but to die? I stare deep into her troubled eyes.
Authors note: Please R&R, your opinions mean alot to me! Warning: Do not copy any of the stuff that happens on here!
