A/N: Hello... This is a little story I came up with after reading Romeo and Juliet and Dear John. I was also inspired by the song, "Last Breath" by The Plain White T's. Anyway, please enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious and Last Breath belongs to The Plain White T's.
This is a story of death. The death of Beck Oliver to be exact. If you're looking to read something light and fluffy, like a pancake, please read something else before the story officially begin. Oh, wait. It officially began when you read, "This," but it's not too late… This story is going to begin, NOW.
"And with my last breath I surrender to your attack.
'Cause I would rather sacrifice my spine
if that would get you off my back.
You're somewhere between the girl of my dreams
and the girl of my nightmares
(girl of my nightmares).
And it's not fair..."
Jade sat on her bed crying. Crying won't bring her boyfriend back. Nope. Nothing will. No matter how many people she was set up with, they weren't Beck. Sure, the men all had something in common. They all had money. But Jade didn't want money. She wanted Beck. Though Beck wasn't rich, he had love. Now it was over. Beck had died for Jade.
A sniffling Jade tip-toed down the stairs at three in the morning. She went into the basement, where she had spent countless hours laughing with Beck. In the same room, an instrument of death was locked up in a cabinet underneath the sink. The instrument was placed in a black case, where it had been for the past nine years. The last time Jade had seen it was the last time she went hunting with her father. Ten years ago that night.
Did you enjoy it? I have a chapter all good and ready to be posted... If you'd like more, please comment! (: