In a chilling twist of fate at an abandoned cemetery, Jade, a purple-haired fashion designer and photographer, finds herself thrust into a supernatural ordeal. Reluctantly accompanying her best friend Anita and Anita's boyfriend Robbie, Jade's stubb...
Dream, this is nothing normal about this dream. Maybe it wasn't even a dream
It was a memory that I forced myself to forget millions of times but it never worked because every time where I felt like it was forgotten, everyone always brought up the meds. Whenever I even saw a tiny bit of my skin I would remember that cut on my stomach
And I would remember the blood being everywhere, in my nails, on the floor. On the knife, that one thing that led me to the psych ward. Because people didn't feel like I was okay, they were scared of me and not worried at all
I remember it every bit, the mess it was. The fact I was the only one there. The fact no one was worried about me, that I was forced to take medication for two years
All of it, with no help. And then I realize I'm sitting in my sweat, and there it is, my camera. My replacement
From the one she broke, she threw at me. I love her so much, I miss her a lot but I can't tell anyone the truth. Not even Anita. She already thinks I'm insane, she has her own life to worry about. Why destroy it with the truth about me
After working so hard. I get out of my bed, feeling not good about myself, I never did. No matter how much people told me I was pretty or that I just needed a better style, they found my hobbies useless. What even am I talking about
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I was at the dining table in our stupidly cold kitchen, we were drinking coffee and not even speaking to each other. just silent, Julia working on her Doctor papers or whatever. And I'm just sitting here bored out of my mind, she doesn't think I should go out
Something about fainting or being overworked, I watch as our cat cuddles with our dog, and then I feel overwhelmed with thoughts. If Anita is with him or if Felix is okay.
" you don't look good, I told you black coffee is not good, " she said with a shrug, " what? I'm feeling okay I'm just thinking " I say, thinking about when I can start investigating Felix's case. Or what he wants me to do or where or when to start
" Is this about Anita an- " she says before I cut her off, "No this isn't about her. I forgave her and I don't want it to be brought up " I asked with a fake smile, ever since that night when I cried in her arms and I couldn't breathe
I felt like I was dying but I wasn't and then it happened a week later, I felt like my life was destroyed. I couldn't stop, I just kept crying
It was like the worst point of my life, it made me realize so much yet I didn't say anything, I was the same Jade. I was by her side and made her feel better about herself
Because I wanted to feel better about myself, I got called stubborn a lot throughout my whole life, and yet that wasn't stubborn. I was being what she couldn't be
