Okay, so. I deleted my first attempt at this story because I honestly didn't like it. So I'm starting over and I do believe I like this better.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Victorious. . .
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I winced for a moment, but slowly began to finally relax as I felt the sharp sting of my compass gliding across my arm. I wiped the tears from my eyes and laid my head back against the bathroom wall. I barely remember how it had come to this. The divorce, dad ignoring me, mom's boyfriend, my dumbass of a boyfriend that kept cheating on me, rumors, friends leaving. They all happened all at once last year. It was all too much for me to handle and one night I found myself sitting alone in my bedroom. Door locked, tears streaming down my face, thoughts racing through my head, and a metal wire from a mechanical pencil in my hand.
In the beginning, it was just small scratches up and down my arm every now and then with that small wire, but then, over time, the wire turned into scissors, the scratches turned into cuts, and I was doing in almost routinely. I looked down at my arm as it bled and began to cry.
I didn't hear her come in, all I heard was her gasp and before I had registered what was happening she was in the floor beside me, pulling me up and into the bathroom, tears forming in her eyes. I sat on the toilet seat. She grabbed the first aid kit and carefully began cleaning and bandaging my wounds. I said nothing as she done this, I just hung my head and stared at the floor. We had been through this before. Many times.
She finished up with my arm and looked up at me with tears falling freely now.
"Why?" she finally whispered. I sighed, tears now falling from my eyes once more, and looked down. She pulled my chin up gently to meet her eyes. "Why," She asked a little louder, "I thought. . .I thought things were better. I thought you stopped."
"No," I whispered, "I never stopped." She turned her head, tears streaming down her face.
"Damnit, Cat." She looked back at me and sighed and pulled me to her, wrapping her arms around me. I buried my head in her neck and let a sob rip through me.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I said over and over again. She ran her fingers through my hair.
"I know you are." She whispered, before pulling us back into my room and laid down. I laid down next to her and she wrapped her arms around me, letting me cry.
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"You have to stop, Cat." Jade said a few minutes later after I had calmed down a little. I sighed and scooted closer to her, enjoying the comfort of her being here.
"I can't." She looked down at me.
"Yes you can." She said firmly. I shook my head, tears swelling up in my eyes.
"No, I can't. I-I need it. I'm not strong enough to stop." I whispered, turning my head away from her. "I've tried." I heard a small sigh leave her mouth. "Don't worry about me though. . .I will be fine." I said and sat up on my bed, staring at the wall.
"Don't say that. Cat, look at me." I shook my head, tears falling freely once again. She shifted a little and I felt her fingers on my chin, gently pulling my face towards hers. She looked me in the eyes, and I then noticed she was crying softly, too. "Cat, you are strong enough and I'm not going to just leave and think everything is going to be okay. Not again. I'm going to be here with you, whenever you need me. I am going to help you, and you will get through this."
I looked down and was quiet for a few minutes, before sighing and looking back up at her.
"Promise?" I asked quietly. She wiped at the tears on my face gently before nodding and tucking a stray piece of hair off of my forehead.
"I promise."
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So, what do you think? Should I continue this or leave it as a small oneshot? Please review.