Hi!

This is a one shot I based on the song The A Team by Ed Sheeran.

I might make it multi-chaptered, though. Tell me what you think when you finish reading!

!I do not own Victorious in any way!

Cat stood shaking, her arms wrapped close against her cold, trembling body. Tears who were black from her mascara were rolling down her pale face, it was paler than usual. She remembered, not even a year ago she had this brown glow on her face and soft red cheeks.

Back then she still lived in Hollywood, she still had all her friends and had an education. But then her parents lost almost all their money because the restaurant they owned was declared bankrupt. They moved to a small house in a scary city where police should be keeping watch at all times, that's how Cat felt about it. On every corner of the street was either a drugs deal, weapon deal or some girl trying to sell her body, desperate for money.

Cat was a girl like that, she stood almost every evening on that same corner, her arms wrapped around her body, searching for heat while staring into the distance hoping that anyone would like to do the nasty with her.

Yes, she was still the innocent, sweet Cat Valentine who thought having sex was nasty. Her first time was traumatizing to her, never will she forget what happened.

''Hey!'' A man shouted in the distance. Cat was just walking around the neighborhood, they had arrived a day ago and the redhead wanted to explore. Cat turned around and took in the man who continued to move closer. He seemed like he was in his late twenties, he had messy, blonde hair and a brown jacket with faded jeans on. ''Hi!'' Cat squealed happily, she loved meeting people. ''Want to make some money?'' He asked, a smirk creeping up his unshaved face. ''Sure! How?'' She said excitedly. She needed money and it would be great if this man could help her out. ''Just follow me.'' He demanded her. And as innocent as Cat was she followed the man into an alley. The man then attacked her with his raw lips. He tugged on Cat's clothing, desperate to get them off. Of course Cat tried to fight him off, but she couldn't do anything about the man's strong arms. She had cried, out of pain and hadn't enjoyed a second. After, she was left on the cold stones, naked and broken. She had lost her virginity to a man she didn't know, didn't love and never will love. At least he had left her some money.

She had gathered her clothes and had put it back on. She slowly found her way to her home and she had cried herself to sleep that night.

So, Cat had stood there every evening for about one and a half month now, she needed money and this was the only way she had gotten it. The reason why her parents did nothing about is because they needed the money and they didn't realize it, as they were drunk most of the time anyways. Yes, in Hollywood everything was fine and now they were here and suddenly had a lot of problems.

Cat hadn't spoken to her friends for a couple of months, her parents had made her sell her phone because they couldn't pay it anymore. She wondered if her friends had forgot about her, if they moved on and just wandered through the Hollywood Arts hallway like nothing was missing.

She sure felt like she was missing something, she had no friends here, had no school she wanted to go to. She had lonely days with nothing to do, and that's exactly when it went wrong. Her way of making money got to a whole new level.

''How much?'' A young man asked. He kept shaking and his eyes were wide, he didn't look healthy to Cat. ''How much you got?'' Cat asked back. ''I don't have a lot of money, can I pay in coke?'' The man put his hands in his pockets, as if he tried to find something. ''Coke? I don't need a drink, just money.'' Cat answered, confusion could be read of her face. ''I don't mean that, I mean cocaine.'' He took out a little bag with a white substance. ''Here, here it is.'' He stuttered. ''What is that?'' Cat asked, a frown on her face. ''Are you telling me you don't kn-… It's something that makes you feel better and forget all the things that go wrong in your life. It's great stuff. Now please, take it.'' Cat sighed and took the bag with trembling hands. ''How do you use it?'' She asked. ''You sniff it.'' The man said. He then took Cat's hand and brought her to a private place.

She had tried it that day and it was true, she didn't seem to care anymore, all her problems just faded away. Now whenever someone wanted her body, she asked for drugs or money, to buy drugs with. Every time she stood at that corner she took some. She didn't care about having sex with strangers anymore, she had her drugs which made her forget. Sometimes people would look at her and frown, they knew why she stood at that corner, but the thought of a young girl like Cat, selling her body. A lot of people disapproved.

She was a mess, she didn't have any money, she kept losing weight because she couldn't pay food, she had no friends and her parents were addicted to alcohol, always fighting. Her brother was addicted too, never at home. Her life revolved about getting drugs and then she'll forget about everything again, but it was only for limited time and then she'll had to go back to reality, stand at her corner and get drugs again.

Cat stood in an alley, an alley she had been a lot of times. Every time again for the same reason, so a stranger could have sex with her. This time it had gotten out of control. The guy had promised her cocaine after they would be done, so Cat went along with it. Cat did some things to him but then he suddenly started to hit her, yelling things like: ''Come on whore, do it better!'' and ''I'm not fucking going to pay for this!''. Cat did her best though, she even did better after he had first hit her. It had shocked her and didn't want to get hit again.

It didn't stop, even though Cat had yelled to stop. The man smelled like alcohol and he was obviously drunk. He had raped her, forcefully, and had left bruises all over the petite body of the red haired girl. He didn't give her cocaine nor money.

She slowly let her body slide down the brick wall and into a sitting position. Her tiny hands rubbed over her cheeks to remove the black tears. She bit down on her lip and looked down at the ground.

Why did her life become this? Why couldn't she still be that happy, innocent girl she was at Hollywood Arts? She wanted to go back, wanted to see her friends. Forget about what happened in this city. She wanted to win her battle with her addiction, she wanted to stop standing at that corner and hoping someone would pick her to have sex with.

It all started with a way of making money. Little did she know she would be trapped into this life the way she is now. Addicted to drugs, hungry, broken. She didn't want to be this Cat, she wanted the old Cat. She might never return, though.

Okay, so that was it!

Please review and tell me what you think!

L-O-V-E. ~TheArianaWay