Tori Vega has always been lost. She thought she was talented, until her sister told her she wasn't. She thought she was pretty, until a boy told her she was the ugliest thing he'd ever seen. She thought she was smart, until she saw the F's on her report card. Tori Vega didn't know what to believe.
On the outside, there's a pretty, confident girl who always ended up in first place. But on the inside, Tori was broken. And no amount of gluing could put her back together.
"Tori's more fragile than you think, Trina," she heard her mother say one night, "you have to tread carefully around her, at least for a while." The next week Trina was extra-nice to her.
I'm fragile, thought Tori. A piece of her mind cracked.
"Listen," she heard Trina yell into her phone one night, "Tori isn't… right in the head. She's insecure. West, you have to stop picking on her."
I'm not right in the head, thought Tori, I'm insecure. Another piece. Another. Crack, crack.
Every boyfriend saying, "Sorry, Tori, this isn't going to work out." More pieces. Falling apart. Tori wasn't quite sure who she was anymore, or if there actually was a light at the end of the tunnel.
"Tori, I didn't know!" screamed Jade. "How was I supposed to know you were a psycho?" And just like that, Tori knew it. The last piece of her sanity had fallen away. She wasn't Tori Vega anymore. Actually, she didn't exactly know who she was.
Tori Vega no longer existed. In her place was a shell of a girl. It was a good thing the girl she used to be was a good actress.
