The date was February 13th. Jasmine laid on her bed, heartbroken. Locked away in her room, she looked down at the kitchen knife she took when no one was looking. She vaguely heard her family downstairs, getting dinner ready, ignorant to her misery. She gripped the hilt tightly. How had it come to this?
It had all started in Spring. The new semester had just started, and most people were introducing themselves to their new classmates, making friends, and laying out the who's who of this semester. Jasmine was not a happy girl. Her mother, and father had a very poor relationship, and both were putting a lot of pressure on her now that she was getting older. All the things that had brought her joy when she was little had lost their meaning. She was someone without a reason to live. But on the first day of school, she found a beacon of hope.
It was during Spanish class. The teacher had just introduced herself, and had begun laying out the course work. Then she introduced
him.
Pablo Hernandez. The student tutor.
He was dressed to the nines. His biceps looked like they were hand crafted by God himself. He towered over the little teacher like Mt. Everest. And his smile could melt a glacier with its warmth. Surprisingly though, that wasn't what hooked Jasmine. During an assignment, everyone had to team up with a partner and introduce themselves in Spanish. Jasmine didn't have a partner. So she did the assignment with Pablo. He sauntered up to her, and in a cool accented voice said, "You're Jasmine? I'm Pablo. I'll be your partner."
And that was what hooked her. She had found a reason to live.
She attended every one of his tutoring sessions. She rose to the top of the class. She needed his attention, his time, his love. She started following him. At first it was just while they were having a conversation, and they walked to the bus stop together. She was really shy, and had a hard time coming up with things to say. So as Pablo became more familiar with her, he didn't ask her questions. Soon he stopped talking to her as much. But she didn't stop following him. Everyday after class, she'd awkwardly follow him to his stop in silence. Soon Pablo truly stopped talking to her.
As the days went on, Jasmine became worried, frantic, and desperate. She needed to take action, before she lost him. So she poured her heart, and soul into a love letter she slipped in his backpack.
"Dear Pablo, I'm so sorry for how I've been treating you.
I can tell I upset you by following you around so much.
So I've decided to just come out and say I love you.
I've loved you since we met, and I think about you every day.
Clearly following you around like this isn't the way to your heart,
so let's just start dating. Valentines Day is tomorrow after all! <3
I'll do everything I can to be a girlfriend worthy of you.
Let's be together! <3 --Jasmine."
When she got home, she saw she had a new email.
"Jasmine, please stop this. I already have a girlfriend.
The things you're doing are overbearing and creepy.
We don't have a thing in common. You barely even know me,
but you treat me like some sort of god. Nobody wants
that out of a relationship. I'll see you tomorrow."
She felt her heartbeat begin racing as she typed a response.
"We can still be friends though, right?"
It was five minutes before she got a reply. During that short time, she had begun pulling on her hair, and biting fingers.
"I don't think we should be friends.
We don't have anything in common,
and it would unhealthy for you to stay in
this mindset."
The date was February 13th. Jasmine, laid on her bed, heartbroken. Locked away in her room, she looked down at the kitchen knife she took when no one was looking. She vaguely heard her family downstairs, getting dinner ready, ignorant to her misery. She gripped the hilt tightly. She knew she wanted to use it. She knew she
had to use it. But she didn't know how.
She could use it on herself, and leave this world. If she did it at school, it would send the message to Pablo. But she still felt a little scared at the thought.
She could use it on Pablo. After all, he was the one who made her feel like this. The one who rejected her. But she did still love him. Could she really bring herself to harm him?
She could use it on his girlfriend. After all, she was the one who stole his love away from her. But Jasmine didn't want to get too many people involved...
What will Jasmine do? The choice, dear reader is in thine hands. You must choose one of three Tarot Cards. Choose wisely, as it will determine the outcome of this tale we have crafted, and the fate of Jasmine, and Pablo.
The Lovers.
The next day, Jasmine took the knife to school in her backpack. She knew what she had to do. All of her other classes were normal. Spanish class was very quiet. After class she went to Pablo's tutoring hour, as usual. He treated neutrally. Like Nothing had happened. But unlike usual she didn't follow him.
...In plain sight that is...
She kept her distance, and made sure he didn't even think she could be as close to him as she was. She eventually followed him all the way to a coffee shop where he met up with some girl... probably his girlfriend. She silently walked into the dimly lit shop. He didn't even notice her come in. She walked up behind him, and noticed that the two were speaking in Spanish. She didn't care. She tapped on his shoulder.
"Pablo..."
Pablo's reaction was rather angry.
"What the hell are you doing here? I thought we talked about--"
The knife interrupted. Jasmine felt a surge course through her. She saw the blood rush out of his wounds. For a moment it felt like she wasn't in control, but rather someone else was moving her like a puppet.
His Girlfriend got up. "Oh my god, what the hell are you doing!?" she screamed.
Jasmine realized that she was going to try to save Pablo. She thought she could have him but not her. Jasmine no longer felt like someone else was controlling her. She met the woman's attack head on... the biggest difference between the two was that Jasmine was armed.
Jasmine had all sorts of profane language running through her head. "BITCH! CUNT! SLUT! WHORE! BASTARD!" She slit the woman's throat, and cut open her chest. She watched her die with satisfaction.
Then everything just seemed to dim around her. She vaguely heard commotion throughout the shop around her. She just barely felt some hands hold her down. She didn't resist. She became aware of red and blue lights out of the corner. She barely made out a voice she could hardly even hear.
"You have the right to remain silent. If you give up your right to remain silent, anything you say can, and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided free of charge before the hearing. Do you wish to give up your right to remain silent?"
THE LOVERS - END
The Fool.
The next day, Jasmine took the knife to school in her backpack. She knew what she had to do. All of her other classes were normal. Spanish class was very quiet. After class, she did not go to Pablo's tutoring hour. It's not like she needed it anyway. Instead, she went to the gym. All of the PE classes had ended, and no one would be here for a while. This spot was perfect. She took the knife from her backpack. Did she really want to do this? Then she thought of Pablo's smiling face on the first day of school, and knew that she had to. Taking a deep breath, she drove the knife across her wrist. It hurt a lot more than she expected. She fought back the tears, and laid down. Now all she had to do was wait.
As she laid there, heartbroken, she suddenly became aware of dancing shapes around her... and that one was... Pablo!? As much as she was weakened she struggled to sit up. It had to be him! If he was here that must mean that he truly did love her! The fool was joking all along! That's all it ever was! A prank! A practical joke!
He held his hand out to her, and she gratefully accepted, embracing him as the darkness enveloped them both.
THE FOOL - END
Justice
The next day, Jasmine took the knife to school in her backpack. She knew what she had to do. All of her other classes were normal. Spanish class was very quiet. After class she started on her way to Pablo's tutoring hour, but was interrupted by someone.
"Oh hey, you're Jasmine, right?" he said. He seemed very nervous.
"Yeah, I am," Jasmine answered dryly. "What do you want?"
"Uh, so, like, what are you doing for Valentines day?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Greg, we have Spanish together," he replied. "I'm actually really good friends with Pablo, and he said you needed a date today."
"What?" Jasmine exclaimed.
"If you don't that's totally okay, I mean I get why a girl like you wouldn't..." he said sounding dejected.
"No!" Jasmine practically shouted. "If Pablo believes in you, then so do I!"
She paused. "What did you have in mind?" she asked.
Greg smiled. "I know a great coffee shop," he said.
"Sounds good."
JUSTICE - End