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So that's it.

They're over.

Just like that, their three year relationship was over. Three years of fighting, loving, and being, gone.

Jade fought the tears as she drove away from Tori's house, but they continued to stream down her face. Her chest clenched as her heart fell apart inside of her.

She was alone.

She hated being alone. She was never good at it, had never been good at it. Before Beck…god she could barely remember how she was before Beck. She was a complete mess, lost in the whirlwind of her life that was so far from perfect. Then he had entered her life and picked up the pieces and taped her back together bit by bit, and she had been the closest to happy that she'd ever felt. Being with Beck helped her forget the travesties of her life.

Apparently tape isn't that strong after all.

She stopped at a stop light and vigorously wiped the tears from her face.

'Pull yourself together,' she thought. The last thing she needed was for her father to spot any sign of weakness from her when she arrived home. She just had to be strong for a little while longer, and then she could crawl into her dark sanctuary and cry herself to sleep.

She pulled into her driveway, and stepped out of her car. Grabbing her bag, she took one last deep breath, pulling the remaining strength that she had, and entered her house.

She cautiously closed the door, and made her way down the hallway.

'Maybe he's not home.' She hoped he wasn't. Today had already been shitty enough; she didn't need him to make things any worse.

"Jade."

Fuck.

"Yes?"

"Come here please."

Jade took a deep breath, set her bag down by the stairs, and entered her father's office. He was sitting at his large mahogany desk with papers and files placed haphazardly around him. The bags under his eyes indicated just how exhausted he was.

"What can I do for you father?" Jade asked cautiously.

Her father looked up from the paper in his hand and studied her. "How was your day?"

"It was all right."

"Just all right?"

"Yes, sir." Her gaze dropped to the floor as he stood and moved around his desk. She held her breath as he stepped in front of her. She flinched when his hand moved to her face, but paused when he gently took her chin and lifted until her eyes met his again.

"You've been crying."

Her eyes turned stony, and she half-glared at him.

"Yes sir."

"Why." It wasn't a question.

"No reason." Jade swallowed, hoping that he would just let it go. She didn't know how much longer she could stand there without breaking down. Her heart lay lifelessly at the bottom of her chest, and all she wanted to do was escape from the world and forget everything.

Jade's father arched an eyebrow at her, but dropped her chin.

"Very well," he said, ignoring her obvious lie. Jade let the breath she had unknowingly been holding go.

"Go check on your mother and make sure she has taken her medicine." And with that, her father sat back down at his desk and went back to his work.

"Yes sir." Jade left the room, a sense of relief coursing through her body. Maybe someone out there was giving her a break, finally.

She went down the hall to the living room where she knew her mother would be sprawled out on the couch. As she entered, she saw the half empty vodka bottle and sighed.

'Nothing new here.' Her mom was passed out on the couch, one arm slung over her eyes as if she was blocking out the world. Jade envied her.

"Mom." Jade moved her mother's arm back down to her side, and shook her gently by the shoulders. Nothing.

"Mom, you need to wake up." The woman made an indistinguishable noise and pushed at Jade's hands. She rolled onto her side facing away from Jade. Jade sighed.

"Come on, mom. You need to take your medicine. Please wake up, or dad's going to have a fit." The woman finally began to respond. Jade made her way to a side table, opened the drawer, and took out the small orange container. Taking two pills out, she walked back to her mother, who was slowly coming to. She sat up, but her head sagged into her hands.

"What time is it?" she rasped out.

"Almost nine. Here, take these." Jade handed her mother the pills, who promptly tossed them back. She picked up a glass that was sitting on the coffee table, and drank some of the clear liquid residing in it. Jade was pretty sure it wasn't water.

"Thanks. How was your day sweetheart?" she asked as she looked up at the TV that Jade hadn't even realized was on.

"Fine."

"Good…that's good." Her glazed eyes never left the screen.

Jade rolled her eyes and walked into the adjoining kitchen. She opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Walking to her room, the basement, she passed by the living room one last time and stuck her head in.

"I'm going to bed. Good night."

Her mother didn't even look away from the screen.

Jade glared at her mother one last time before leaving and heading to her room. Walking down the stairs that led to her sanctuary, the realization of exactly what had occurred today made her stomach drop. Her mouth turned sour and she rushed down the rest of the stairs to her bathroom. Flipping up the cover, she emptied the contents of her stomach, staining the white porcelain. It didn't stop until her stomach was empty and she was dry-heaving. When it finally stopped, she flushed the toilet, wiped her mouth with toilet paper, and fell backwards against the wall.

Then she was crying. She bent her knees and grabbed her head between her hands. Thumping her back against the wall, she released everything. Her heart burned in her chest and her body ached. Tears streamed down her face, smearing her make up, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore, and it was all his fault.

Another wave of pain washed over her, and she thrust her head backwards against the wall. A different pain resonated through her, and she reveled in it. Glassy eyes opened and stared at the ceiling as thoughts rushed through her mind.

He didn't open the door. He didn't fight for her. He didn't choose her. He had abandoned her. Just like everyone else. Three years ago, he had stepped out of the crowd and swept her away from her hell, and she had stupidly let him in. She had given him everything, poured herself into him, and he had collected her in his arms and loved her for who she was. But now…now he had dropped her. He had turned around and walked right back into the crowd. He walked away from her, and there was nothing she could do but watch him disappear and leave her to that hell. This hell.

Her hell.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The tears continued their path down her face, but she no longer heaved. It was okay. Everything was okay. She had done it before, and she could do it again. She was not weak. She refused to be weak. If he didn't want her, then so what. If he didn't want to open that door and fight to be with her, then he was never worth it in the first place.

'Don't let him win. Don't let them win."

She'd been through hell and back, and she could do it again, would do it again because that was her life.

She stood up and wiped the tears from her eyes even though they continued to fall. Taking another deep breath, she shoved all the pain down, placing it in the deep crevices of her mind. She would forget about this, she would forget the pain, push it away. She was alone, but she was confident. Looking in the mirror, she glared at her reflection. She inspected the person who stood there, looking for potential cracks.

Beck was nothing. Beck is nothing. She repeated it to herself silently, claiming her new mantra until the green eyes stared back at her with no sign of pain, no sign of grief, no sign of anything, and she realized her mantra had changed.

She was nothing.

The last piece of tape holding her together crumbled into dust.

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