the makeover ; jdb

Chapter 24

Jai's POV

I came out of my room to go into the bathroom.

Right as I was going to open the door, I see the handle moving.

And then she came out, with her sleeves rolled up revealing her bloody scars.. Hideous scars

One after the other and she didn't even bother to clean them.

She just left them there to rot. Infect even. Before I could stop my mind and think about what I was going to do I grabbed her arm where there wasn't any scars.

" let go!" She screamed wiggling her arms out of my hands.

" no, I just want to help!"

" your not helping!!! I don't want help!! Understand that!"

And she ran into her room locking it until God knows when.

I couldn't do it anymore. She needs help. But not as much help as I do.

I'm the one who's bully her and she has those memories stuck in her beautiful brain ,she's scared to give me another chance but I don't deserve one. I deserve being in that positions she's in. She's suppose to scream at me even hit me if that makes her feel better. She doesn't deserve any of this.

I blasted off into my room and climbed on the window onto the roof.

Dangling my feet over the ledge of the roof thinking where my life is going but I sure know that I'm going straight to hell

I just wonder where I got to this point. Living with the girl I used to hate and beat up but turns out she's just an amazing person, she made me realize that life has a purpose..

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After spending quite a while thinking how much pain Angie is feeling I went back inside.

As soon as I entered my room I decided I was going to apologize to Angie, do whatever it takes to at least make her feel better.

Skipping happily over to her room, forgetting everything.

I grabbed the handle and turned but it was locked..

I got scissors and jabbed it into the tiny hole, twisting and turning

After I got it open I heard..

" running through the parking lot , he chased me and he wouldn't stop

Tag you're it, tag tag you're it.

Grabbed my hand pushed me down took the words right out my mouth.

Tag you're it, tag, tag you're it

Can anybody hear I'm hidden underground

Can anybody hear me, am I talking to myself saying tag you're it, tag tag you're it "

And then it stopped..

I quickly opened the door and nothing was in the room.

Nothing alive.

I looked in the bathroom and looked closely on the ground.

A little drop of blood was starting to dry in the corner.

I looked in the cabinet and the familiar razor blade hidden in the cabinet was gone and so was Angie's journal.

The window wasn't open but it was unlocked

How is that possible? She was just here and now she's just gone?

I looked in the balcony. Nothing.

Most of the color in her room was fading.

The walls were gray, not the beautiful purple color it was.

I looked closely and there were tiny words on the wall.

" Die" " kill" "suicidal" "Black"

"Stupid" " not good enough"

" loser" "fat" " him..."

Words like that all crunched up on the wall.

" get out" I hear behind me

I turn around fast, scared to death.

And see Angie with the same clothes from weeks ago. Her sleeves rolled up showing both her arms all cut up.

Her joggers are ripped showing some cuts on her thighs.

" where did you come from"

" get out" she repeated herself.

" please, I'm sor-"

" too late for sorry's" she said showing no emotion at all.

" please Angie you need help." I offered.

" not as much help as you need"

The tears were real. She was heart broken and so was I. It didn't even seem like she had a heart.

" I don't" she replied.

" what" I questioned.

" my heart was broken into pieces so yeah you can say I don't have a heart."

What?? She can read minds.

" now get out"

" can we at least talk?"

" we talked enough"

She made her way to the door and opened it for me to leave.

Tears streaming down my face. This was a long time since I ever shed a tear. Me spending the entire night processing the whole scene back in my head wasn't so fun and especially crying all my emotions out and finally not hitting someone to let all my anger out.