Hello again! It feels kinda weird writing for Victorious again but this idea wouldn't leave me alone. Short but sweet, or not. Umm..I'd rather not have any 'mean' reviews because I've become more self-conscious in my writing but if it must be done, maybe write it in the form of a haiku? Then while I read the review through tissues I could be like "Okay they really hate the story but they are creative" it probably won't help but who doesn't like a vicious haiku...me... Anyway read on if you want.

She was running around grabbing every resemblance I have of her from my RV. There are no tears in her eyes and no anger in her words, well she says no words but I know her well enough to notice there is no anger in her air. Placing all her things into the box she brought with her she stops.

For a moment I can't help but hope she's changed her mind. Maybe she doesn't want to leave me anymore. Maybe she realizes that I'm better for her than that jerk Tyler ever could be.

But instead of reaching for me as I let myself hope, she grabs her CD of Backhouse Mike off the stand and places it in the box I'm really starting to hate.

"I think that's all of it." She says with a once over to the room we both have basically lived in for the past three years of our relationship.

I don't trust my voice enough to speak, instead I nod my agreement. Still wishing her scary poster covered the wall with the scissor made hole. And that her disgusting jars of God-knows-what still littered the coffee table. Now when I look back at the once occupied table all I can see is the rings empty places she used to be. A look at the wall shows the plain life I'll be reverting to. Without Jade I'm empty and plain, she brought the adventure to my life, the fun to my life, the life to my life. And now she was leaving me. Taking back all she had given me and giving it to another. I should have known I was not good enough for her. But all those compliments got to my head, all the jealousy she showed got to me. But I never realized the fan club she got until it was too late.

Now she is leaving.

Taking everything I ever had, and leaving me empty.

For awhile we just stare at each other. Her long black hair with the blue strip falls around her as she looks back at me. Her eyes show concern, and her smile is small standing in place of her well worn smirk. She fidgets under my gaze. Minutes ago I would've taken it as a sign that she might stay, but that smile on her face tells me all I need to know.

She's made up her mind.

And I'm terrified.

A car horn honks and she's rushing toward the door claiming we can still be friends.

Within seconds she's gone.

And I'm terrified.

Jumping awake, I can feel a familiar form pressed against me. Wrapping my arm tighter around her I feel her steer in her sleep.

"You okay?" She asks

I want to tell her, beg her never to leave me. Replay everything in my dream and assure her I will change my ways. But this is Jade, talking means nothing if actions don't back the words up.

Instead I tell her, "Bad dream."

Her signature smirk shines through the room, "Trapped in a room with millions of Tori's?"

Smiling slightly because I still can't shake the dream, I lean down to kiss her cheek, "Something like that."

Her sweet smile replaces her smirk and with her eyes still closed she replies, "Don't worry I'm here, I'll protect you from the monsters." she finished with a tired smirk falling back asleep.

"Yes, you are, you're here." As my eyes closed, my mind chanted, "Jade's here, everything will be fine. Jade's still with you. Jade still loves you. Jade's still here."

As my mind began to turn fuzzy, I realized I had just experienced true terror for the first time. Now I understand what Sikowitz was talking about, it felt like my life was over.