I'm here again! Sorry that I didn't update Thursday, but I was tired because of all the work I had to finish up in school. Anyways, here's the next chapter! By the way, the talent show might not be this time. I'll see how much I can write =).
Fabian
Oh, my god. I thought that Nina was being bitter, and only thinking about herself. But, her parents died last year, and she was losing the ones she loved this year. Including me. I deserved to die in a hole, especially since I've been going out of my way to have love scenes with Joy while she was around. And she tried to commit suicide! Honestly, I don't know how she can take being alive. I'm a terrible person.
Patricia
What's wrong with me? Nina had done nothing but be a friend to me, but I'd abandoned her for Joy twice. Even my boyfriend, who's known her for less time than I have, helped her more than I ever did. She's been through hell, and I ditched her while she faced it on her own. How strong can a person be, to endure torture and never complain about it?
Jerome
I, the guy who never cries, had tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. Nina might just be my new role model. She's just a teenager, and went through so much without crying in front of us. She is bleeding, but she keeps her grades up, and doesn't cut herself. At least, not physically. Who cares that she attempted suicide? I would've been six feet under by now.
Mara
How dumb can I be? And here I thought nothing was wrong with Nina. All I could do was wrap my arms around Jerome and bury my face into his chest. I shouldn't be so weak, but I felt Nina's pain now, and it was overwhelming.
Joy
I was shocked. All this time I thought she was okay. I thought I was in more pain than her. I had picked the person who was the strongest one, who'd been through so much it was amazing. I stared at my feet, silent tears trickling down my face. She almost committed suicide, and I was part of the reason. (Didn't expect nice Joy, huh? I had to make her human.) I was…I have no words to describe who I was.
Nina
I raced up to my room, knowing nobody would like what I said. I just needed to say it, to get it out. Everybody thought that after a month that I would be over my brother's death, accept my grandmother's health condition, and know the guy I loved didn't love me back. But, I hadn't even gotten over my parent's deaths, so that didn't really make sense.
I buried my face in my pillow and screamed. It felt so good to get that out. Without meaning to, the contained tears that I'd been holding flowed out. Great, I was crying again. But this time, I was delving into my pain, I was just letting out the tears that had been created and restrained during school, when I was bullied and made fun of.
A soft knock sounded on the old oak door. I stumbled over to open it, only to see Joy, her own face tear stained. "Oh, great," I muttered, about to slam the door in her face. "No, wait," she pleaded. I sighed, and went to sit down on my bed. "You have five minutes," I spat. She uneasily went to sit down on a rocking chair. "I had no idea," she whispered, looking at her hands. I wanted to laugh at that, but I let her go on. "I thought…you'd get over your brother soon, but…I'm sorry about your gran…and…I sent a fake text message to Fabian that said you didn't like him anymore." I was quiet for a minute and then said, "You know my parents died last year, don't you?" She looked even more horrified. "I…" "I don't want your sympathy. Go, now." Joy bit her lip, but left. I closed the door, and looked at the ceiling, hoping it would collapse on me.
On the last line, I meant for it to mean that her life is so complicated, that she doesn't want to deal with it. She's not going suicidal again, I promise!
~ChocoAwesomeness~