10:51

Jade stepped onto the scale with a worried face, sighed, then opened her eyes to the horrifying number. One hundred. That number made her shakily step off, and it determined her fate. Jade didn't know she was going to die that night. She only knew she had to lose weight for a totally meaningless reason.1

It was 10:21 PM, her heart would stop beating in thirty minutes. And the beating of her dreams would fade as well. 2

Jade sat in her bathroom for a few seconds before pratically running to her kitchen. She checked to see if her parent's car was outside, nothing. Then she locked all doors and continued her way to the utensil drawer.3

" Just a prick, just enough to lose five pounds. That's all! No one will notice, and I'll clean up right after..."4

These thoughts ran throughout her head as she was engulfed in mist and confusion. She had lost so much weight that her brain was out of whack. She couldn't even remember her kindergarden graduation. Her weight was the only thing she focused on, that and the knife she was holding over her raw wrist.5

Then the overly performed ritual began. Above the sink, nice clean cuts, lots of blood. Jade didn't cry, just shook from exhaustion. Then dropped the cutting knife into the blood filled sink. She landed with a soft "thud". And crawled over to the bathroom. She pulled herself up with the little strength that remained and checker her weight. Ninety-six.6

"Crap..." were her last words as she drowned in her own blood.7

It was 11:51 when Jade Pettinon died. Her parents didn't even come home that night.