My first Victorious fic, I hope you like it and please review.

AN: I don't own Victorious because if I did Avan would be shirtless all the time okay?


Do you remember her now? The girl who never used to smile?
She might fall into your mind, and might stay for while.
Do you remember her eyes, dark brown with no glow?
She cried them out for hours when she had no where to go.

She was sitting alone with her head down when I walked towards her.
"What's up?"
She was startled but when she realised it was me she smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.
"Oh, nothing."
But I just knew that there was something wrong because her eyes looked so dull, they didn't have the usual spark in it.

Thick and faded scars entirely covered her arm.
Did you ever stop to wonder words could do such harm?
She told others to hold on, to keep going, to stay strong.
You actually thought she was happy? You were wrong.

She baked me some cupcakes when I was crying over Beck.
"Stay strong Jade. You're amazing."
She gave me a hug before she left and I apologized for calling her a pet.
"It's okay, I've been called worse. Bye!"
As she waved I noticed a cut on her arm that wasn't there yesterday.
So no, it wasn't okay.

Battling herself, she was trapped in her very own mind.
A lost and broken child no one bothered to find.
Wanting nothing more than for the pain to finally end,
She settled for the only option; it was time to drop dead.

She was sitting alone again, lost in her thoughts.
When I was walking over I heard her mumbeling things like 'death', 'pain', 'alone' and 'broken'.
I stopped right in my tracks and turned around.
This couldn't be happening. Not her.
I don't believe it. I won't believe it.
Maybe if I talked to her about it, she would still be here.

Her fragile grip on hope was beginning to wear loose,
Other thoughts consumed her mind, the gun, pills, or noose?
This child was a lost cause, not worthy of being missed.
Her hands were never held, her lips remained unkissed.

"Why doesn't anyone like me, Jade?"
"Everybody likes you."
"No... I don't mean like that. I mean why doesn't anyone like like me, you know?"
"Alot of guys like you and Robbie does too."
"Jade! That's not very nice. But I don't believe you."
"Fine, whatever."
A couple minutes past when that dreadful question came from her:
"What would be the best way to die?"

No one stayed long enough to show that they care,
The feeling of being worthless was just too much to bare.
Recovery became an idea way out of her reach.
Why could she save others, but not practice what she preached?

"Did Beck ever say that you're worthless?"
"No, he never said that. Why?"
"My ex said I was this morning."
"Oh hell no, do you want me to mutate him? I've the perfect pair of scissors for that."
"No, you don't have to. Now lets work on this song to show Beck you still love him."

She treated others so lovely, but herself like dirt.
Was there ever a day not filled with hurt?
She insisited she was fine, it was what they wanted to hear.
She had them fooled, while she planned to disappear.

"Are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine."
"Don't lie to me."
"It's just that everyone looks so pretty and skinny and I don't."
"But you look amazing, you always do."
"Then why did Robbie blow me off for Tori?"

She kept her share of secrets, one she would never tell.
Outside she remained quiet, but her mind was begging to yell.
The darkness never faded, it never turned to light.
"That's it" she said, "I give up!" It all ended tonight.

She gave everything to have the lead in that play. It was meant for her.
But Tori walked by and look who got the part.
Her eyes were filled with pain when she heard.
"Why can't I be good enough?" she wispered to herself, thinking I didn't hear it.
Tori smiled at her and told her that she would get the next one.
But this was her breaking point and I knew it.
"That's it, " she whispered, "I give up."
If only I helped her.

A friend could have saved her, maybe convince her to stay.
But everyone she opened up to, gave up along the way.
She could have made it far, but couldn't do it on her own.
Maybe this would be different if she wasn't so alone.

They all gave up on her because she just wasn't her normal happy self anymore.
You could see it in her eyes that she was feeling alone.
That night she called everyone but they didn't pick up.
I couldn't because the batteries died and I was to freaking lazy to charge the damn thing.
She left me a voicemail, saying goodbye.

You thought she could make it through whatever,
And now she is done, and will be gone forever.
Her time is up, she put the gun to her head.
Her hand slowly pulls the trigger, bang bang, she's finally dead.

I really thought she could make it through whatever with her happy smile.
But I was wrong, the smile was fake so that couldn't work.
I ran over to her house that evening, the ambulance was there.
They told me it was too late, that she was gone.
She killed herself with her father's gun.
Bang bang.
I'm sure she'll be happy in heaven.

"Cat, I'm sorry for not being there that night and for not helping you through everything eventhough I knew about it," I smiled a little, "I love you and I won't forget you. Promise me you'll wait for me in heaven. Bye Cat."


AN: I'll give you a cookie if you review, no wait! I'll give you a cupcake.