3 July 2012
Ash
Jasmine; I owe my life to this girl.
If it wasn't for her, I'd have lost the will to live years ago. She brought me back to life with her soul and her goodness. She was everything she thought she wasn't. She was pure, perfect and utterly beautiful. She is my best friend, and the love of my life, and I couldn't go a day without her.
But she was weak. I was there for her in her darkest moments, even when she didn't know it. It was the last day of her first year at college, I was in my second. There was so much excitement and hype around the corridors of wild parties and leavers-do's people were positively buzzing. It was my least favourite time of year. There's nothing I hate more than drunken college boys and loose girls. Jasmine had been secretly worming her way into every social event she could get her hands on, misusing her power to charm unsuspecting boys into putting her name on all the hot guest lists. She thought I wouldn't know, that I wouldn't find out. But I did, I always do. It had been only a couple of weeks since her grandmothers passing, and I could feel how raw and hurt she still was. Her grieving period was far from over, and that only meant one thing. Trouble. I knew I couldn't stop her from going to these parties and getting drunk, being a typical teenager. I had no hold over her, she wasn't mine to stop. It tore me up inside knowing what she was doing, forgetting to control herself, throwing herself at random drunk college boys just because 'she could'. It was her way of coping, to act normal. But I couldn't stand back and watch her do something so stupid. All the parties came and went apart from one, and I stood quietly in the background at all of them; keeping a watchful eye...you know, just Incase things got ugly. The last party of the season was hosted by the infamous Klohe Walters. Grimsby's self appointed rich bitch. Well Daddies little princess had managed to book Cleethorpes Boating Lake for the night and pimped it out with fairy lights and tacky decorations. It was no less than a two minute walk from my house, and the music could be heard for miles. was the party to end all parties, but since it was hosted by Klohe, Jasmines arch nemesis, I was convinced that Jasmine would sit this one out. Clearly, I overestimated just how much Jasmine hated her. She slipped past my watchful eyes and flirted her way into the strictly 'invitation only' party. Klohe was right, it was the party to end all parties. But it also ended a life. Jasmine should have known better to go to a party surrounded by all that water. She should have known its effect on her. Well, needless to say everyone had a little too much to drink and soon, careless Jasmine was being led off to a private area of the lake, hand in hand with the towns star football player Scott Parson. Such a cliche... The drunken Jasmine sure knows how to pick 'em and in no time at all they we're locked in a heated embrace on the waters edge. In no time at all the water took its control over her. She did little to stop it as well. It was at this point I could sense that something wasn't right with Jasmine. I grabbed my shoes and jumped the fence around the back of the lake, since I had no invitation. And there she was, her petite body straddling that huge oaf, the water lapping at her ankles. She transformed right into her inner Siren right in front of my eyes. It was breathtaking, and I felt rooted to the spot. In less than a minute it was over. Jasmine now stood over Scott's bloody body, the energy making her skin glow an incredible bronze in the twilight. Her hair whipped in the light breeze and her eyes burned through my soul. A sudden breath hitched in my throat, making a startled noise. I stood there unable to move as her head turned in my direction. I couldn't comprehend what had just happened as I glanced at the wet body on the ground. I had to move, fast.
Chapter 2 (comments appreciated) • Opuss № I