Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
This wasn't how Cat was supposed to land her dream role. She was supposed to be blowing people away with her killer pipes, slacking the casting panel's jaws with her acting. She was supposed to be bringing them to tears. They were supposed to be like putty in her hands.
She wasn't supposed to be sandwiched between a gross sofa and the casting director's equally-gross hips, a man she just met minutes ago screwing the hope of her future into the innocent 17-year-old.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
This wasn't how Cat was supposed to rebound from the lost role. She was supposed to be making a name for herself. She was supposed to be smirking at those who even mentioned the casting couch. She was supposed to be making the man regret his decision. She was supposed to be rubbing it in his nose.
She wasn't supposed to be snorting coke at Jade's house, ("Trust me, Cat, you need some,") thoughts of her repossessed virginity invading her usually-innocent mind that no long fit her corrupted body.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
This wasn't how Cat was supposed to start off her life in the Big Apple. She was supposed to be making contacts. She was supposed to be hitting up the clubs. She was supposed to be sucking face with a man that she didn't know the name of. She was supposed to be walking home in peace.
She wasn't supposed to be shoved up against the wet, brick wall of a back alley, a masked man inside of her with a knife to her throat, holding back whimpers as her 'welcoming committee' raped her.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
This wasn't how Cat was supposed to be making a living. She was supposed to be on a big stage. She was supposed to have thousands of people giving her a standing ovation. She was supposed to be in a recording studio. She was supposed to be booking commercials. She was supposed to love her work.
She wasn't supposed to be being paid up to $3,000 in a night, every night, for fucking a stranger who was being unfaithful or just hazed, using the extra to buy the white powder that had become her lifeline.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
This wasn't how Cat was supposed to leave the Earth. She was supposed to be old and wrinkled. She was supposed to be surrounded by grandchildren and a man who had done her right. She was supposed to be fully accepting of her fate. She was supposed to be smiling and calm.
She wasn't supposed to be tying a noose with shaking hands, a tear-stained note on the floor, clothes stained with a client's semen, crying at what her life had come to, wishing it had been something better.