Jenna Ortega.

She's a very kind young woman. A rising star in Hollywood, known for the countless things she's acted in.

she's considered introverted, by her family. She prefers to spend her time journaling, or hanging out with her close friends rather than in the spotlight. You've grown to love her a lot. She's a very close friend in your eyes.

you guys live an hour away from each other, both located in different spots of LA. However, your relationship never gets strained. You're her ride or die.

Jenna is in your kitchen, relaxed, doing her own thing.

you think she knows nothing about your cutting struggles. Cause you haven't told her, so how else would she know?

she picked up some signs, though. The constant long sleeves, the exhausted eyes, the bandaid along your legs.

*You're searching through your room, through a bunch of drawers. Where is it? Where is your pink box, the one with your comfort items? Your blades, your blunts, your everything.

little did you know, Jenna found that box minutes before you went in to look for it. It's with her now.