*Jack's POV*

"Zjael?" The person flinched when I spoke and moved away.

"Get away from me!" She whispered harshly and looked at me. Instead of panic written on her face, now there was confusion.

"Jack?" She asked unsure.

"Happy Birthday, beautiful." I said softly to her.

"You can't be in here." She whispered frantically. She stood up and started pushing me to the window.

"Please come out and talk to me then. We haven't seen each other in 15 years. Please." I begged her.

"Fine, but you have to get out while I change." She said. This I could agree with, so I left through the window and waited. After a minute or so she came out. She had a different black sweatshirt on, her hair was now hidden along with her face from the hood of her sweatshirt, and she had on baggy black sweatpants. "Follow me."She whispered and lead me to a house that looked nice, but abandoned.

"Where are we?" I asked once she lead me inside. the house looked amazing.

"This is my new, but not new, hiding spot." She said bringing me up the stairs, into a room, and out on a deck where she sat down with her legs hanging over the edge.

"Your mom said you ran away." I said looking at her concerned as I sat next to her.

"She would." Zjael said emotionless and slowly took her hood off her head.

"You never came back." I said sadly. "I don't want to make you feel bad, I just want to know why you never came back."

"I tried, Jack, I really did. I brought basically everything I own here, saved up money which is here too, and I was on my way to get a moving truck when my mom and that dick brought me back home." She said sadly.

"Then come with me tonight." I said hopeful.

"I don't know, Jack. You don't really want me to be with you anymore. I'm so broken and damaged, you wouldn't even recognize me anymore." Zjael said quietly.

"You're still my best friend, Z. I want to help you through whatever you're going through. It's what best friends do."

"You can't help me." She said defeated. I tried to rub her back, but she quickly moved away and stood up.

"At least let me and my band try." I said. She just walked back into the house away from me. I followed her. "I'll come back here after the concert. That gives you 8 hours to decide if you'll accept my help and keep our childhood promise, or stay here." I said quietly and left the house.

*Zjael's POV*

"I'll come back here after the concert. That gives you 8 hours to decide if you'll accept my help and keep our childhood promise, or stay here." Jack's words kept repeating in my mind for the past 3 hours.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Richard asked as I crawled through my window into my room. He should just go by Dick since that's what he is.

"I just went out for a walk. Calm your balls." I said with a sigh.

"We lost a customer! You're not supposed to leave this house you little bitch." He said standing up. He wasn't the one who scared me.

"Don't you want me to stay 'skinny'? Plus, you can't just lock me in this house forever."

"We've been doing that seven years! I'll be damned if we let you just walk away."

"Whatever." I said then walked to the bathroom. I got my shower stuff ready and stripped down. I looked at myself in the full length mirror my mom insisted on having on the inside the bathroom on the door. My reflection has been a stranger since my dad died.

You could see almost all of my bones, they would barely let me eat. I played with my black and green hair. My mom didn't really like the green, but allowed me and helped me redye it when needed.

I took off the makeup my mom put on me everyday. I looked at my body. There were bruises, scratches, and cuts everywhere. I sighed thinking about what Jack would think if he ever saw me like this. I shook the thought from my mind and turned on the shower water. Jack would never see me like this.

That's when I knew I couldn't go back to Jack, I can't keep my promise to him. Thoughts were flooding through my mind as I got in the shower. The thoughts just wouldn't stop. Soon the thoughts turned into voices shouting at me. I knew they were my demons. "You're a worthless piece of shit!"

"Why are you still alive? No one would care if you died!"

"You're too fat, don't even think about food!" The next two voices were too much for me.

"Jack doesn't give a shit about you! He just pities you!"

"He just wants to use you just like you're being used now!" I couldn't take it. There was only on way to stop the voices. I grabbed my silver friend. I pressed the cold, wet metal to my wrist and sliced the skin open. I watched the blood flow out then down the drain. I made five evenly spread out, deep cuts on each wrist before putting the blade away.

I winced as I washed my hair and both the shampoo and conditioner got in the cuts a little. By the time I was out of the shower and drying off, my wrists were still bleeding. I wrapped them in gauze and started getting dressed. That's when I heard banging on the bathroom door. "Get your worthless fat ass out of there!" My mother yelled as I slipped on my sweatshirt.

"Calm your fake ass tits!" I yelled back hoping she wasn't sober.

"What the fuck did you just say?" She asked once I opened the door. Shit, I'm screwed.

"Nothing?" I said unsure.

"You ungrateful little slut!" She screamed and jumped on me. She pinned me to the ground and repeatedly punched me. when she finally stopped, I was almost unconscious and in a lot of pain I barely noticed. My mom poured water on my face to wake me up. "Richard, throw this slut outside!" My mom yelled to her husband.

"You're gonna let her go?" Richard asked in disbelief.

"I want her out of my sight, right now!" She hissed as I slowly brought myself to a standing point.

"I'll walk myself out, thanks." I said hoarsely and stumbled out of the front door. I had no shoes on and didn't know where I was going, I just let my feet lead me. They lead me for a while until I stumbled upon some people. I walked into an area that was kind of like an alley, but wasn't. I heard someone yelling just as everything went black and I hit the ground.

Notes

I'm back, hope you guys like this chapter. Will Zjael be okay?

If it wasn't noticed as I tried to hint at it, Zjael's birthday is June 17th and Jack's is the 18th. Their birthdays are back to back.

Leave me some comments if you like this :) I love the feedback.

-Rose