Personal Life

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She was lying on the floor with her face next to the gritty, wet pavement and bleeding intensively. She had cut her veins in the attempt to kill herself, using that fine, gleaming point of the blade that for the last few weeks had been used to shave her legs… its purpose had severely changed, it was now what could be classed as a “suicidal tool”. As she lay on the ground she became drowsier and began to fall into a coma. As she passed into deep sleep she began to see a kaleidoscope of flickering lights like flames dancing in the wind.

She had always known her innocence and who the real killer was but she had no voice against the law. She could not say who he was and why he did it… she was slipping faster and deeper into the coma. Finally, after twenty minutes virtually all her blood was drained from her body and she felt the last pang of the cruel life she led. With the little bit of consciousness left in her she thought it was better to die like this than spend a lifetime in prison. Little did she know her death was all to be in vain. This scenario had all began because her ex-boyfriend ‘Johnny’, had a very rough time and was very edgy.

He had gone to his old friend ‘Dave’s’ house to exercise an old ghost and to get revenge for what he had done. Dave had told Johnny’s family that he had a girlfriend, the family was very strict on the dating matter and disowned him. So Johnny went to his old “friend’s” house and kidnapped him from his house. He then had the idea of taking him to his girlfriend’s house, restraining him to a chair and began talking to Dave about the situation and how “wrong” it was for Dave to open his mouth in such a way, and then he moved on to saying what a “silly” mistake Dave had made… ut it was okay because “even though Johnny cannot forgive you, I’m sure that God MAY be able to find some forgiveness in himself for you. ” What would for Dave now be the most terrifying and prolonged few minutes of what was just the beginning of the end of his life… had just begun. After an hour of the torture the girl came in to her apartment to find her ex-boyfriend hitting her closest friend. She kept telling him to untie him but he wouldn’t listen. She couldn’t figure out what his personal vendetta was… then all of a sudden he pulled out a berretta GGS9 from nowhere.

He was enraged with the hatred of his friend and without thinking he fired the gun. Five shots to the chest and four to the limbs Dave was dead by the time Johnny had stopped firing. Johnny had fled by the time he had realised what he had done. The girl, “Jade” had just finished cleaning the blood up from the wooden laminated flooring. She called 911 in an attempt to have this murder reported. Soon after she rang she the police, she heard the sirens flaring, they pierced the silence like the bullets had sprinted through Dave’s flesh… they had came within ten minutes and immediately thought that jade was the prime suspect.

They took her into custody and questioned her like her innocence and ignorance to the matter was her crime. The police put Jade charged her for first-degree murder. She went home that night on bail, she arrived at her home and couldn’t think of it as her safe sanctuary any more, she needed comfort and love but her extended arm was rejected each time. She went into depression her hope’s shattered… her dreams distraught… All her love for her life gone… all because she was torn between confessing her old love’s involvement or going down for a crime she didn’t commit but had already been accused of.

She didn’t feel safe and couldn’t get the murder off her compressed chest. Her life had collapsed… she had no reason to live life, she had been robbed of her innocence and right to justice and she felt raped by this betrayal from an old love. She began getting obsessive phone calls from Johnny saying if she told he would enact in something so bad that it would be worse than death for her, in fact he would make sure that she lived through it so she could remember every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day, for the rest of her life that she told the truth.

She was to appear in court the next week, her lawyer didn’t even want to take her on. Her every second flows by like a stream with a heavily embossed rock bed in it, she had only one week to live life to her fullest contempt but cannot, she couldn’t take the pressure and cracked faster than ice under hot water and had to tell some one. She told her childhood friend who didn’t understand the way she wanted her to. She was completely alone and in solitude. She was not going to let her self go down for some one else’s mess. She started to think about suicide as an alternative resort.

The court case came by and was going past so fast she couldn’t see she was seeing a picture of haziness of a hot summer dream, as if it weren’t really happening to her, she was going down and hard. She could only see the damp, cold, grimy floor of the pit. When the court took a recess she made her last ever phone call to her family solicitor saying she wants to leave her diary to her childhood friend Laura. She then went and planned her death the way she wanted it she took one last look at life and slit her wrist and lay on the floor with her face next to the gritty, wet pavement and bleeding intensively.

The next morning the police found her pale body, it looked as if it had had the life sucked out of it. And so the solicitor phoned Laura and tells her the tragic news and that jade left her, her diary and she must collect it before noon. Laura burst in to the apartment and rummages for the diary. After ten minutes she finds the diary and reads it, each word she reads the more she hates her self for not helping Jade through the hardship of the tragedy and finds out who the killer really was.

Laura rushes over to the courtroom were they are announcing that Jade was dead and hurled the diary in front of the judge and makes him read it. He is over whelmed by the diary’s logs that he sympathizes the Jade and clears her name. But Laura felt so guilty because of the way she treated Jade that she killed her self and mirrored Jade’s death and lay there until she died, and while she was dieing she kept crying that in her eye’s you could see the sadness and heart break she felt as she died.

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