When Tori Vega, the slut as Jade referred to her, came to Hollywood Arts, things changed.

Tori kissed Beck.

At first, Jade's sickly mind filled with anger and jealously, but after that came the tears.

Then came the cuts.

Then came the scars.

Jade would kill Tori if she could.

But she couldn't.

Instead, she slowly tried to kill herself.

Each cut got deeper. Each cut hurt more.

Why. She always asked herself. Why am I doing this?

She never had an answer to her own thoughts.

She wasn't good enough for Beck.

She wasn't good enough for anyone.

Jade wasn't even good enough for her own fucking family.

She bit her lip, drawing blood, as the tears streamed down her face.

Her makeup was ruined, but what did she care?

Even makeup wouldn't make her good enough.

It was a joke. A joke, that she thought Beck even cared about her.

One cut for Tori, that bitch.

One cut for Beck, he never even loved her.

One cut for their kiss.

One cut for everything that Tori was, that Jade could never be.

The cuts that were horizontal over her five point star tattoo bled at first.

Soon enough, the blood had dried up, but the scars remained.

She brushed the tears away from her cheeks, because she was Jade West. Because Jade West didn't cry.

Then she got a text from Beck, asking if she wanted to hang out.

And she had to pretend everything was fine.

She had to pretend that she wasn't doing anything horrible to herself.

When she arrived at his RV, and he kissed her, she kissed back, because she had to pretend.

Then when Beck lightly grabbed her wrist to pull her towards the bed, she winced, but she couldn't cry.

She couldn't let the tears stream down her face, because she had to pretend she was alright.

She hated pretending.

Fuck. She cursed in her mind, because for a split second, he must have saw the pain in her eyes.

She heard him say her name, but it sounded distant, like her head was hollow.

His expression was suddenly concerned, and she tried not to look at him, because she knew the truth would come spilling out.

And suddenly, her eyes were clouding over, and she was staring at him blankly, using every force she had, trying not to cry.

He traced small circles on her hand with his calloused thumb, and looked her in the eyes.

Before she knew it, he was pulling back her long sleeves, to see why she'd almost cried when he touched her wrist.

Her black hair made a curtain over her face, as the tears started running out of her tear ducts.

Then he saw the cuts, and he looked at her, helplessly searching for an answer.

"Why?" She looked at him, hurt. "Why her? Why did it have to be her?"

Beck looked like he was going to burst into tears at any second, muttering apologies and trying to console her, but it wasn't working.

She raised her voice, choking back a sob, and asking him why he lied, why said that he loved her.

He replied in his calm yet stern voice. "Jade.. I love you.. I don't love her.. I.. I don't want you to hurt yourself.."

Seeing the pain he felt for her was enough to make her cry.

You're Jade fucking West. She told herself. You can't cry in front of him.

But she couldn't help it. She broke down in muffled sobs on his bed, as he pulled her into his lap.

Quietly, he assured her everything was going to be okay.

He assured her that he loved her.

But she hardly believed him.

Very sorry for any errors that this may contain. I wrote it, I wasn't really sure if I should upload it, but I did anyway.

Regardless, what are you opinions? xx