Title: Perfect

Author: Kaycee M

Disclaimer: Don't own Victorious at all.


Empty.

She was empty.

Perfect little dotted lines etched in her skin.

He gazed upon her dead-and-gone eyes.

She stared at his chest, the oh-so-skinny bones.

What have they become?
How did they spiral into this craze?

They wanted to be perfect.

They wanted to make it big in the acting world.

They decided this was the only way; that looking perfect would bring them there.

What they didn't know was how empty it was;

How every bone and organ started to creak like an old exhaust pipe,

How their bodies were just there, existing in this dimension,

How they couldn't think straight at all.

Their fingers traced each others' protruding hip, stick-thin legs.

They fed off each other.

If she did it, I could do it too.

If he did it, I could do it too.

It was fucked up logic, but it kept them going.

It kept anyone from caring.

Tori; too busy being Ms. Perfect and hogging the spotlight.

Andre; too indifferent to notice.

Robbie; too in love with his puppet.

Cat; too deep into her own little world.

Everyone else stared.

They pointed their fingers.

It made them gasp.

Tori-Andre-Robbie-Cat turned a blind eye.

It's not real, it's not real, it's not a problem.

It's nothing.

They lied when their friends had turned into ghosts.

Strength. Courage. Perfection.

Strength. Courage. Perfection.

They would both reach it.

Jade and Beck. Beck and Jade.

They wanted to become the best.

They wanted to become the icon couple.

Stuck in this bubble;

Fabricated and shielded in the kisses, the hugs, the skin-on-skin contact.

They started to thaw out.

A little too late; a little too far.

Beck and Jade; Jade and Beck. They reached it.

Immortalized by the news and the memories of their friends.

As they-Tori-Andre-Robbie-Cat whispered,

When did it start?

Were we that blind?

Why were we so selfish?

No answer would ever come even though they would feel forever touched by the mark Jade and Beck left on their own bones.

Perfect they chanted.

We must be perfect.


A/N: It's quite a depressing story; I wrote it in 5 minutes or so. Hope you enjoyed it! Reviews make me happy.