06/04/2012
jadeia Blister logged into Dead End Asylum due to;
Self-harm and Hitting everyone and everything in sight.

 Jade woke up and gasped, she was in a beautiful green forest with a clear blue flowing river nearby, she was dreaming. She got up and looked down, she was wearing some kind of fairy dress, she heard a fluttering and looked behind her, to her suprise she had wings...
 
"This is beautiful.. why can't I stay here forever?" she cried joyfully
 
She felt her hair, it was blonde and had little flowers in it, she stepped towards the river and looked at her reflection, she looked beautiful. She suddenly woke up and groaned. Same old Jade, lying in the gutters.. no family, no home, no hope.

 She walked out of the shower and looked in the full body mirror. She'd never properly looked at herself before.
She traced her hands over her jawline and face and moved down, she followed her curves down to her waist. She rubbed her stomach and looked herself up and down. She looked different somehow. The scar over her eye reminded her of her recent fall down the stairs. She got dressed into something less dramatic as her makeover outfit. Lace top, brown cardigan, jeans and loafers. She put her hair up and sat at her desk and pulled out her diary and pen.
 
Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,
 
I'm tired. I'm tired of running. Tired of having to be cautious when walking around town after 10pm. Everyone knows what happens if you do. I'm fed up of it all. But somehow I still end up running back to Dead End some way or another.
 
The writing is smudged and there is a circle that is damp from a teardrop. There is also a smudge of blood.
 
That hurt. My arm hurts now. Ouch. I probably deserve it after all the pain i've caused for everyone else. 
 
I want to curl up and die.
 

 She pulled on her knee high black boots and adjusted her collar..then looked in the mirror and smiled.
 
This was it, this was her new look.
 
Her long black hair blowing in the wind, she pulled a peice of it infront of her, black with pink highlights.
 
She looked good.
 
She looked down at her dress, the red and black.. then she stuck out her feet and looked at her boots.
 
She looked very different. She smirked. This was it. This was her new style. She decided if Mercy tried anything else she wouldn't be shy little Jade.
She would tear her apart.