Chapter 18: Breaking Point

Me: Heyz! I've been really busy starting my Junior year of High School. I've already got homework!

Carlos: I thought you started getting homework the second week of school.

Me: Depends on what teacher...and what grade you're in.

Kendall: Well, good luck.

Me: *hugs Kendall* Thanks.

James: Not to break up this...odd moment, but where's Logan?

*everyone looks around to see the big time brains gone*

Me: I actually have no idea. Maybe we'll find him after the story!

Logan: *distance yell* CAN SOMEONE HELP!

Kendall/Carlos/James: Or now! *run to find Logan*

Me: Crap! I don't own anything except my plot and my OC's! Enjoy the story! *runs after the guys*

Jazzmine looked at her friends, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Dr. Zeppelin said that Logan and C-Carlos…"

A small half-smile grew on her face. "Are gonna be ok. They're gonna wake up soon."

Everyone let out a huge sigh of relief.

James noticed that Jazzmine was being awfully normal and quiet. He sat next to the younger sister.

"Hey, you gonna be ok?" Jazzmine looked up from her shoes.

Jazzmine's POV

I plastered a fake half-smile on my face. "I'll be fine, James; Promise."

"Ok. I just wanted to be sure." James headed to the bathroom.

You're not ok! Why'd you lie to him? My conscious yelled.

Because…it doesn't matter anymore. I argued.

That's right…nothing even matters to me anymore. Except for the safety of my friends and family.

How much longer until he breaks out of jail again?

How much longer until he finds a way to kill my friends…Logan…Carlos…me.

"Miss Mitchell!" I shook my head and looked up to see Dr. Zeppelin.

"I'm here to inform you that Logan is awake and requested to see you."

Forcing my half-smile back on my face, I headed to Logan and Carlos' room.

My Latino boyfriend was still asleep, but Logan was wide awake, reading another medical book we brought with his things.

Normal POV

"Hey, Logan. You feeling any better?" Logan looked up from his book and smiled.

"Jazzy! I'm pretty good, considering I was poisoned." Jazzmine looked at her feet, avoiding her brother's gaze.

Logan closed his book, placed it on his nightstand, and looked straight at his sister.

"Alright Jazzy, what's up? You're never this quiet unless you're hiding something." She looked at Logan and growled.

"So, I have to be hiding something just so I can stay quiet?" Logan shook his head.

"Not really. I'm just worried about you, little sis." Jazzy rolled her eyes.

"How can you be worried about me? I haven't known you for eight years of my life! You weren't worried or concerned then!" She snapped, getting angry.

"You're acting as if we didn't want to find you!" Logan yelled.

"Because you didn't! After the police pronounced the case closed and me dead, you just gave up like you always do!" Jazzmine yelled.

"I couldn't do ANYTHING! All I did was keep my hopes up and just prayed that you were alive." Logan crossed his arms across his chest.

"And look where that got you! The freaking HOSPITAL! From POISONING! All because you WANTED me back! Maybe you should've just forgot about me, HORTENSE!" The brunette's eyes grew wide and she covered my mouth quickly, realizing what she just said.

Logan stared at me, his eyes fueled with anger. "Maybe I should have, Lily. Life would have been BETTER WITHOUT YOU!"

Jazzmine's POV

After Logan yelled at me, there was too much tension in the room. I walked out as quickly as possible, without even a second glance.

Sam and Kendall tried to stop me and started asking me questions.

"You should have let him kill me." I muttered.

Sam looked confused. "What'd you say, Jazzy?"

I growled. "MAYBE YOU, HAILEY AND AUTUMN SHOULD HAVE LET PETER KILL ME WHEN I WAS EIGHT!"

My friends looked at me in pure shock. Kendall held my wrist, but I pulled myself out of his grip and out of the hospital doors into the dark cold evening.

I sat under a tree, just a few free tears falling. All the time that I've known him, Logan and I have never fought over anything. Not even over a cookie when we were four.

I knew I pushed him too far, trying to blame everything on myself. But, I knew that I was right.

Life…without you, Jazzmine. That's what it's come to. A voice whispered into my head. It sounded like…Logan.

They would be better off. They would all be safe and you know it. I held my head, hoping the voice would go away.

You shouldn't have been born. Everyone would be better off if you were dead. I screamed, knowing that the voice in my head…was right.

After walking 5 miles back to the Palm Woods, I entered the apartment I shared with my friends.

They're not your real friends. All they did was pity you.

I walked into my room, looking at my posters of Big Time Rush and The Four Elements.

They don't care about you. None of them do.

Growling with my hands on fire, I ripped the posters off my side of the wall. Burning parts of them in the process.

I grabbed an old "Care Bears" school book-bag and stuffed clothes inside of it. I took the extra money I was saving for an emergency and stuffed it inside my pocket.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Eyes red and puffy, with tear paths down my cheeks. My hair was sticking up in random directions. I brushed my hair into a ponytail and wrote a note to leave behind me. That's when I saw it. Hailey's razor.

I swore I would never go this far!

But, you're already here, Jazzmine. The voice started. You're already in pain. All it takes is one…little…cut.

No! I shouldn't do this.

Come on, Jazzy. You know you want to.

I picked up the razor and slowly cut my wrist for the first time. The O positive blood dripped onto the carpet, leaving stains.

It didn't hurt and I didn't care. My anger left with every cut made for every person.

Logan, Carlos, James, Kendall, Hailey, Autumn, Samantha, Ms. Knight, Katie and for the eight years I wasted in Florida when I could have been dead.

I ended up with 17 cuts…just that night alone. Taking the razor and my book-bag, I looked at the room I shared with Samantha before I snuck out the window onto the streets of LA.

Narrator POV

Jazzmine left the life of fame with her friends, completely unaware of the small, yet bright blood trail she left on the bright orange carpet of her former room. Jazzmine Dallas Mitchell had fallen over her breaking point.

Me: Dark, huh? I know. I'm trying a different type of writing. I'm going a little dark. I know you're all wondering how the (cencored) her friends will react to this.

Kendall/James/Carlos: *walk in carrying a bruised Logan*

Me: Umm...yeah. Logan was mugged on his way back from the 7-11 down the block. Luckly, it's just bruises and no broken bones.

Logan: ...Ow.

Kendall: You're freakin lucky that you scream loud, dude.

Carlos: And like a girl.

Logan: *glares at Kendall & Carlos, punches them both on the arm*

Kendall/Carlos: Ow! *rubs arm*

James: *starts to laugh*

Kendall/Carlos: *punches James on his right arm *

James: Dude! *rubs arm*

Me: STOP PUNCHING EACH OTHER BEFORE I PUNCH ALL OF YOU...yes, even you, Logan. Just, make sure he'll live!

Kendall: *a bit pale* He'll be *gulps* ok.

Me: Are you scared of blood, Kendall?

Kendall: Uh, yeah. *takes deep breaths*

Me: Well, I hope you all enjoyed the story and please keep an eye out for Chapter 19: What Happened Last Night?

James/Carlos: Review please.

*Flameheart 2013 approved*