Authors Note: I have been so upset since the last couple ended. Last night, I was listening to my iPod when the song "Whiskey Lullabye" by Brad Paisley came on. I then decided to write this. It's very, very, very depressing, so there's your warning. If you heard the song, I literally just conformed Beck and Jade to it. It made me cry as I was writing this, and I hope it does the same to you. I have all three chapters written, but I will not post the other two until I have some reviews.

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W-H-I-S-K-E-Y-L-U-L-L-A-B-Y-E

Chapter 1: Beck Can't Survive

What would happen if The Worst Couple ever had been the last episode of Victorious, ever?

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"Stop," Tori squealed at Beck. "Your the one that let HER go."

Beck covered his mouth silently. He was was such a strong person, rarely crying over anything ever. He rarely loved anything, and when he had met Jadelyn West, it was like his life was suddenly complete. Every moment without her felt like an eternity that they had been apart.

Everyone had left after the card game, and Beck was sitting in his mustang with Tori.

"It was the biggest fucking mistake I ever made," he yelled, hitting the dash of the car hard. Tori squealed beside him.

"Beck," she pleaded with her voice trembling. "Your scaring me."

Beck turned to look at her, and his eyes looked like cold stones. His mouth formed into a scowl. His hair was a mess, tears streamed down his face.

"GET OUT! Get out of my car, Tori!"

Being more scared then ever, Tori stepped out.

"Don't do anything stupid."

"No promises."

Becks car sped into the night, dust flying behind it. The tires squealed on the road, and Tori started shaking. She had never seen Beck that angry... that upset, and couldn't believe how easy he was leaving Jade.

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Beck found his way to his RV, and stumbled in. His eyes hurt from crying, his body was numb. He felt as if his blood had been drained out of him. He wished, more then anything, that his heart would just stop beating forever.

He wanted to die.

He rumaged through his cabinent. He knew their was a bottle of vodka somewhere back there. He found two, and popped the lid of the first one.

Beck was depressed by this point. It hadn't even been 14 hours, but he was most definitly depressed.

He brought up a recording of Jade singing a lullabye she had written just for him. On nights when bad things happened, he'd play the song to help him sleep. To help him move on. Her voice filled the room. The sweet melody of her voice slapped him in the face and kicked him in the ass. He continued to chug the Vodka, until he had emptied about half the bottle. Listening to her beautiful voice, he though about how stupid he had been

The song continued to mock him.

"Why did I ever let you go?"

Beck cried into the empty darkness, finishing off the first bottle and moving to the second. The room smelled of alcohol, the scent of his own breath burned his eyes raw.

By now, Beck could barely see, and every shadow seemed to be a threat to his existance. He was paranoid. Jade had always been there to protect him. She would never be there again, and some like to say that killed him.

He picked up the framed picture of them and smashed it into the floor.

"I am such an asshole for EVER letting you go!" he screamed, then continued crying until the second bottle was empty. He slammed it so hard to the RV's wall that it cracked into tiny peices of sharred glass. Then he puked his guts out. Right there.

He was too drunk to think anymore, and Beck moved to the small bed in his RV. He smashed his fist againt the wall, creating a giant dent. The skin busted open on his hand, and it didn't affect him.

His blood dripped against the white sheet, and he passed out overtop his clean white pillowcase.

Beck was never awakened again.

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Tori and Andre banged against Beck's door that morning. Tori hadn't slept a bit, worried about Beck. He had honestly scarred the shit out of her last night. She called Andre for help, and they both agreed to check in on Beck at his RV's.

The door finally gave in, busting beneath them. Tori stepped inside the cramped RV, and Andre followed.

"Beck," she called. No answer.

"He's here," Andre assured her. "Probably, Just sleeping - he had a rough night and I would be -"

"Oh my god," Tori screamed, bouncing back into Andre's arms. She was crying hysterically. "I should have never left him last night."

"Shhh..." Andre tried to assure her. He had away of letting her know everything was going to be alright.

"You call Jade," he told her. "I'll call and ambulance. Everything will be fine."

Tori looked at the blood stained sheets. As much as she wanted to believe everything would be fine, Beck was dead, and nothing could ever change that.

The sheets didn't scare her nearly as much as the colorless cheeks of Beck, the way his eyes were closed, and the fresh stains of salty tears down his cheeks. In the unhurt hand he held a picture of Jade, one which she was actually smiling in. Knowing that Beck had loved something so much he was willing to die for it.

Andre's voice echoed in the empty corridor, and Tori kissed Beck's life less lips. A sweet friendly goodbye.

"I hope you enjoy heaven," she whispered soothingly. "Jade will meet you there someday."

Little did she know that some day would come sooner then expected.

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