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ASHLEY

I couldn't believe Stefan. I would never imagine him loving me... But KISSING
me? It made
me feel beyond sick. The worst part is that Jemma walked in on it. She dropped
her gifts and ran as fast as she away. By the time I got to the door, she was
long gone.

A few days passed, and Stefan spent his time in his room. I'd occasionally try
to come in and talk to him, but he answered with a moan every time. It started
to make me feel bad for him. I'm sure he didn't do it on purpose, just perhaps
on love instinct or impulse. But I hadn't heard from Jemma for ages. I wondered
about her. I tried calling her, texting her, tweeting her, no reply on anything.
It wasn't until I heard a news story on BBC that someone was going to stab
herself on live TV that I knew where she was.

I raced to her house immediately, scribbling a note in case Stefan came down. I
drove as fast as I could, probably going over the speed limit quite a few times.
When I arrived at her house, there were policeman scattered about the perimeter,
even holding back parents. And there was Jemma, on the outside loft of her flat,
holding a knife at her chest, tears pouring down her face. Her hair was tangled
and messy, as if she had just gotten up. Many things came to mind that moment.
Dammit! "Jemma! Don't do it!" Everyone turned their attention on me, including
her. The police tried to hold me back. "Sir, you are in an unauthorised civilian
area, leave at once!" In my head I was saying, bulls**t! "Sir, this house is on
lockdown, you must leave!" "Wait! I can talk to her! I can stop her!" The police
did not heed my words. They simply forced me back. Panic came to Jemma's eyes.
They glimmered in the moonlight, and she seemed to mouth the words 'Goodbye'. In
the commotion, the last sight I saw was Jemma slipping the knife through her
chest, her limp body falling to the ground. I heard sirens, and everything went
black.