Hi, guys. This is my first fanfiction I'm sharing online, usually they're just confined to my notebooks at home. :) Take it easy on the newcomer, okay? ;) Please give this a chance, I promise you'll like it. There's more to it but I'm gonna be uploading chapter by chapter in intervals... Also I just want to point out, I do realize that Jade's a little bit OOC in this chapter, but believe me- by the next chapter she's already back to her normal self. Plus, I like to believe she has a different side when she's alone with Beck, so you'll be seeing a lot of that in here, too.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything- the quote below this, the quote in the description, Victorious, Beck, Jade... the only things I own are the words on this page. :)
"There's a story behind every person. There's a reason why they're the way they are. They aren't just like that because they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes, it's impossible to fix them." –Author Unknown
"Can you make it stop?" I pleaded.
"I couldn't in myself…but in my experience, someone else can stop it for you. You just have to find that someone."
"How will I know it's them?"
"Well sometimes it's someone you don't expect it to be. But you can't pull yourself out all alone. Someone has to help you out."
"And it'll all go away?" I said, warily.
"No… part of the pain will always be there, but it helps you grow. You can't just pretend part of your life didn't happen, because it did. And there's no changing that. So the only thing you can do is just… learn from it, I guess. Let it make you a better person."
We were lying on his bed talking, just talking. He ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated. When he let his tan hand drop back to his side, I followed in suit, bringing my hand down his face lightly to pull his chin up towards me. In contrast to his dark tone, I was pale as a ghost.
He looked into my eyes and I melted in his chocolate centers. Damn it, I was love-y today, wasn't I? I friggin' hated being this mushy. The things he did to me… he was the ringmaster who'd managed to tame the wild tiger.
He laid his hand on top of mine and slowly dragged it up my arm and down the inside, lightly brushing against the deep scars embedded in my left wrist. He didn't flinch or grimace at the touch. He didn't scoff or roll his eyes and accuse me of wanting attention, like anyone else would. But he did send tingles up and down my spine.
He absently starting wrapping my loose black curls around his fingers and then letting them unravel. Every now and then, a streak of blue or green extension would appear in his grasp.
I took this opportunity of blissful silence to ask something that I'd been waiting to voice since the start of our conversation.
"Beck?"
"Mm?" He wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him, his right hand still playing with my hair.
"…who pulled you out?"
His lips curved up into a small smirk and he shook his head a little.
"Don't worry about it."
"Beck!"
He chuckled lightly and said, "Maybe I'll tell you someday. Right now let's just focus on getting you out, okay? I'll help you find that someone."
"I've already found him," I smiled and sat up on the bed, settling myself into an Indian-style position. "I just don't think he knows it yet."
"Can I take a guess, maybe?" Beck sat up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "I have a pretty good idea."
"Well obviously you do, considering he just worked his magic." I rolled my eyes playfully.
"I thought so." Beck laughed and pulled me onto his lap.
He kissed me. And like he had predicted, everything was so much better. My someone had pulled me out of the depression.
At least for a little while.