Kimberly Watts
One, of them, Jake had spoke first. Kimberly kept her eyes pierced towards each pair around her. But mostly Jackson. Kimberly used to be friends with Jackson but now, as she could see, both had definately changed. He took a change for the worst - of course. She wondered on a scale of one to a hundred how much he had changed. She grimaced at the thought.
But then Jackson had mentioned something disturbing - she was hurt, that wasn't what she was expecting after so many years of being friends. She wasn't being kind toward them - she knew and probably deserved it - but it still broke her heart and she gritted her teeth to stop her from cracking. But the thought of it overwhelmed her. Turning into a psycho.
"Ahhhh!" She screamed, all the years of keeping it held in. The drama and comments people made about her made her crumble at this very moment. Staggering to the floor, she emptied her eyes. Falling to the floor. She felt unconscious. She hit the solid ground and clashed onto the floorboards which created marks on her skin. They hurt, like burning, but it was only going to leave a bruise - not like all the tattoos left on her permanently marked there by the painful things people said. "Freak, Murderer, Bitch," They all crushed her like an elephant's foot oon her skin.
She let her tears flow and pour around her. She was so involved in her thoughts she forgot that she wasn't going to care about the other five. So she pretended it was part of an act and tossed her hair toward her left shoulder - to symbolize that was independant and didn't need them - and stormed into her room before thinking about Jackson.
She wasn't quite finished with him, he still was in dept with her. He owed her. He owed her at fight. She raced at him and bolted toward his neck, she was going to kill him.