Jasmine and Talena;

There were nights that Jasmine barely slept, she was so terrified. What had caused Morgan to get on her ass like that? She just didn’t understand…

“Zoe, I don’t understand…what is wrong with her?” A girl in her dorm name Zoe was a close friend of Jasmine’s, not as close as Morgan, but close enough that Zoe knew that she was bisexual and a cutter. A sweet, blonde from Texas sat near Jasmine. A small look of pity hinted in her eyes. “I hate that I have to come to you, when she is my roommate, but I just don’t get it.” Zoe with her freckles and her big goofy smile just sat there not reacting. But something in her gaze told Jasmine to continue.

“Please Zoe, why isn’t Morgan talking to me anymore?” Zoe shrugged, but the look of pure pain presented within the features of Jasmine cause Zoe to falter.

“She is worried about you cutting your wrists, and…you upset her that night with that other girl. It scared her. I mean if you were stuck in a room with two girls who were making out and having orgasms on their bed wouldn’t you be? She says it makes her unconfortable and…well, that is about it.” Jasmine felt perplexed.

“You mean Sylvia? She is upset about Sylvia?” Zoe nodded. Jasmine swore under her breath.

Sylvia was a little raver girl that went to her school, and she was bi, and Jasmine had hooked up with her earlier in the year. It was actually Sylvia that got Morgan to admit she didn’t care about girls hitting on her, and Sylvia that teased Morgan about a three way in her room when she spent the night with Jasmine. “You might just wake up with both of us in your bed Morgan.” She giggled. Of course that never happened, but Morgan had made a sly remark in the morning, “yea, I thought about going over there and getting it on with you guys last night. It was tempting, but you two sounded like you were having so much fun. Especially that comment about not knowing where your braw was Sylvia.” Of course Jasmine was caught of guard, she had not intended for Morgan to wake up, but…Sylvia had been making noises, which as much as she wished she had muffled, she probably hadn’t. However, after hearing her roommate say that, she had blushed, hid under the covers and appologized about a bazillion times to Morgan.

“Jesus Fucking Christ. Why didn’t she tell me? And besides that, that just-”

“I guess the whole girl on girl thing really bothered her.” Zoe said. Jasmine’s eyes filled with a fire almost as bright as the one that had filled when Talena had said her and Caterin were going out.

“Oh, I highly doubt that Zoe. Highly doubt that….” She mummbled to herself, but Zoe heard, and gave her a raise of an eyebrow.

Jasmine shrugged, why not tell Zoe? “She and I…well…I think that is the reason…she is pissed at me….but….it’s not like I fucking forced her.” Zoe sat silent and thought about this. Jasmine blushed. It was definitly not good to admit making out with a straight chick, definetly not at this school. She would suffer for it, she was sure.

“Whatever Jaz, just ask her about the whole wrist thing, and don’t bring of Sylvia.” Jasmine took that as a cue to leave, and so she walked out, like a shadow and disappeared until opening the door to her room and walking in.

Morgan was in the room just tidying up, moving things around, and ignoring Jasmine. She had gotten used to it, but she was curious. The green and purple conforter was being folded, her clothes were being put away, and Morgan was just about to walk out the door when Jasmine spoke in a quiet but deadly voice.

“Why didn’t you tell me the cutting bothered you?” Morgan turned around her face flashed with anger, and her step almost forced with control. Jasmine stood still, by her bed, and prayed she would get an answer from her silent roommate.

“What do you fucking think? Who in their right mind wouldn’t have a problem with it?!” She stomped and stood by her bed. “I care about you and you fucking slit your wrists, and then you have the audacity to ask me to give you a shirt to hide the cuts. Are you fucking stupid?! Did you know you can get kicked out of here for that kind of shit?! Did it ever occur to you?!”

Jasmine stared at her, clamly, letting Morgan say everything except when it came to that. “You can get kicked out for cutting?” It was a surprise. What kind of school kicks their students out for cutting?

“YES!”

“Fuck me.” Jasmine swore. “So I can’t cut anymore, you should be happy.”

“It isn’t that easy Jasmine.”

“What the fuck Morgan, are you saying I can’t do it?” Jasmine asked almost yelling she was so furious with the idea of getting kicked out of a school she had worked her ass off to get into.

“No, what I’m saying is that if you don’t talk to an adult about it, some faculty, the nurse, or couselor, I’m going to turn you in.” Jasmine went dead silent, but this time it wasn’t cool calm, but sinister poison that ran through her body. (Don’t you dare threaten me Morgan.) But Morgan was ignoring her venomous eyes, and smoothing her tone. Slowing it down to almost concern. “I want you to get better Jasmine. It doesn’t count if you just stop cutting. I want you to be happy, and not depressed. Make yourself all better again. Just stopping cutting won’t do that, even if you can.”

“Morgan…if I talk to an adult, that would mean that they would tell the school. If the school knows than I might get kicked out. Don’t you understand? I can’t do that.” Her voice again was quiet and deadly.

Morgan smiled, walked out of the room calling. “Just remember talk to someone, anyone, or I’ll turn you in Jasmine.”