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Tori's POV
Flawless skin, perfect life.
Lie once, twice and now a bag full of them lingers over my head. I can't take it anymore. "Somebody help." I hopelessly cry out as I enter a fit new round of sobs.
Asking for help was useless at this point, nobody would be there to hear and if by some remote possibility they did, nobody would come. Cause they long time gave up, and so did I.
I decided the only one left was, believe it or not, Jade so I decided to text her.
To: Jade
From: Tori
I'm sorry, but I can't stand it anymore. I hope you understand and find a way to forgive me.
- Love, Vega/Tori
Mission complete, the only one left knows. Taking a deep breathe I made my mind up and entered my bathroom, razor in hand. Grabbing the sink for support I looked in the mirror, and what met my eyes was not what I would have ever expected starring back at me. I was a mess, and so was Jade but at least I would not leave her entirely alone she still has Beck and Cat left, they would take care of her. Looking down at the corner of my mirror I got a glimpse of the picture above the cards starring back at me. I wanted them to remember me as happy Tori, not the mess I was right now.
Flashback...
Taking in a deep breathe I found myself opening the door to my house. It has been two days after that horrible night, and I don't even know if my parents even knew I left. I was supposed to be ungrounded today for what I did to Trina. I walked in trying to make as little noise as possible. It would have worked if only my parents wouldn't have been waiting for me. Turning around I came face to face with my furious-looking dad, I yelped at the sudden impression. "Victoria Vega! Where the hell have you been!" the sudden outburst caused me to stumble back a bit. "You are the most irresponsible-" I cut my mom off mid-sentence (bad idea).
"Irresponsible me! I was the one that came out of the house, and went to a party. You were the ones that didn't know I went out and two days later y-" I was cut off by my mom.
"Two Days!" her face changed colors from a wide variation of purples to red. My dad could have given steam out of his ears if he were a cartoon; he simply just left the room. That left me alone with my mom; turning around to face her again I found a painful blow making contact with my cheek. It stung like hell, but I held strong and didn't give up. "So after two days of being, god knows where, you come back dressed up like that freak classmate of yours!" I saw red. The next thing I knew was, my mom was grabbing her cheek furiously sobbing in the floor, my hand stung and just then my dad entered the room. After that all was a blur, the next thing I remember is I'm curled up in my room's carpet.
Slowly lifting myself up I found a strange watch-like object wrapped around my ankle. It gave out a red light and looked like one of those things they make prisoners wear whenever they're released. Shaking off the little dizziness I had left I made my way over to the door. A note was attached to it.
Victoria,
Your mother and I have no idea what happened to our sweet child. We all have to work things out so we decided to go over to your grandparents' for a couple of days. Don't burn the house down.
P.S. The devise attached to your ankle is a tracking devise so don't even plan on escaping again.
Take care, David Vega.
That was it! They gave up and left? Yeah, and I was the irresponsible one. This was not how I expected my return to be. They all gave up, and so did I.
End of flashback...
Grabbing the tiny object I pressed down and dragged. It's funny how such little things can make a huge difference. People think it's insignificant, but what they don't know is that they just keep adding more. Their tiny actions are just a little piece of carbon, but that carbon is what adds more flames to the, already burning, fire. That fire is the one that grows stronger and hotter and one day it's unstoppable, it ends up consuming you, or what's left of you.
Ends up my fire is, actually a bomb, getting closer to explode any second now. Tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack... One, two, three cuts later it explodes. It holds so much force I end up falling backwards hitting my head on the hard tile. And as quickly as it hit, everything goes black...
Jade's POV
From: Tori
To: Jade
I'm sorry, but I can't stand it anymore. I hope you understand and find a way to forgive me.
- Love, Vega/Tori
Shit! This can't be happening, not Vega. She can't give up, and as selfish as it sounds, I need her! We need each other, and apparently I wasn't enough of a reason for her to remain alive. Maybe it isn't to late...just maybe I can get there in time. Rushing out of my room I grabbed my keys, pearphone, and leather jacket and promptly went to my garage. Throwing myself in the car I backed out to the driveway. Putting the pedal to the floor I zoomed out into the streets that would lead me to Tori's house. I reached her house in record time making a total of 5 minutes and 15 seconds, hopefully not too late. Parking my car, or more like stopping it and yanking the keys out, in her driveway I stormed out of my car to her porch. Slamming the door open I ran up the stairs, skipping two at a time, causing me to stumble several times. Kicking the, now split, door to her room, which had been locked, I reached her bathroom just in time to watch her falling back, all soaked in blood. I ran to try and catch her, but it was too late since she hit her head on the wall. Kneeling down beside her I grabbed her cold and limp hand. Tears started to blur my vision, and not until one managed to roll down my cheek and fall in my hand did I react. Quickly going into her room I reached in the drawer were I knew she kept her first aid kit. Retreating back into her bathroom I pulled out as much bandages as she had, and started wrapping her arm. Pulling her uninjured arm around my neck and placing my own under her legs I lifted her up. Carrying her up was not much of a problem, but trying to carry her, the first aid kit, my keys, and the note I had managed to find when we were leaving, was a problem.
I somehow managed to get to my car. Sticking the keys inside the passenger's side I opened the door. Opening the door with my foot I carefully placed Tori in the seat and snapped her seatbelt on. Closing her door I came around to the driver's seat, opened the door and got in. Speeding out of her driveway I was met with a red light, which I ignored and kept going. Taking the next left I sped up when I saw the park coming into view. I pulled out my phone and dialed Cat's number putting it on speaker. After waiting an eternity for her to answer a loud squeal saying "Ollies!" was heard on the other end.
"Cat, there's no time to explain right now. Be ready in the back, and be prepared to treat some pretty serious cuts." Fortunately I had Cat, unfortunately we were only two and I'm not so sure if that'll be enough.
"Oh my god! Jadey are you okay?" Cat questioned from the other end.
"Yes Cat, but Tori...she" my voice cracked at the end.
"Oh… be careful and be quick." Shaking my head at this, which was useless since she couldn't see me, I ended the call. I bit my lip to keep me from shedding tears. Just in time the building came into view, pulling my car in the parking lot at the back I quickly got out and came around to get Tori. Lifting her limp body and closing the door I ran for the door were Cat should be waiting.