Okay, so this is a one-shot about Tori that I wrote in class today, cause I was bored :)
It's kinda short, but I hope you'll like it anyway.
Disclaimer: O, I totally own Victorious. I'm also a millionaire who lives on the moon with my pet-unicorn.
Reality
There are two realities, both named Tori Vega. They're both equally true, equally current and equally happening. They're both equally real. There are two realities. But one of them is fake, fake, fake. One of them is... Happiness. I guess that's the best way to describe it. One of them has a lot of friends and a loving family. One of them is all fun. That Tori Vega is sweet, goofy, romantic, pretty, reliable, honest and perfect. And it is a reality. Because everybody knows it's the truth. Everybody knows that's me. And there are no secrets. But the other reality is different. It's lonely. There is no love, no pleasure. This Tori Vega doesn't deserve things like that. Because her reality is evil. This reality is full of secrets. Sad, horrible secrets. In fact, it is made of these secrets. This reality isn't pretty. It's the ugliest thing alive. That's why I hide it, far, far away in the back of my heart. Because this reality isn't honest either. I'm a liar and nobody knows. All those people who think they love me, they should really hate me instead. But they don't, because they don't know. They don't know the other reality. They don't know the tears of desperation. They don't know the cuts and the blood and the relief they bring. They don't know the scars, on my skin and on my heart. They don't know the silent, depressing prayers at night. They don't know anything about that. They don't know anything about me. Because everything is a lie. Even my life, my reality. O, I could easily destroy this reality build up out of secrets and lies, by simply being honest. With that same honesty the other reality is so proud of. But I won't. I can't. Because I know that if I do, I'll destroy everything with it. I know that if I do, I'll also destroy the beautiful reality, which I so desperately need. So I don't. Because I'm a coward. That's all I've ever been. The rest is pretend, the rest is a fake. All that you think is sweet about me, or reliable, or perfect, is a fake. And it fades away as soon as I am alone. Because that's when the truth crawls in. This is the reality that only exists when I'm alone. And I hate this reality. I hate myself.
So, what did you think? It's darker than anything I've written before. Did you like it? Should I write more stories like this one?
Anyway, thanks for reading this!