My name is Victoria Spencer.
And this is my story.
So, let's take this from the beginning. At the cold night of the 7th of April, a pretty woman, somewhere in her 20s, was in labour. Having nowhere else to go in a cold night of spring, she went in a place that she knew she could trust. The Sisters of Quiet Mercy. There, the nuns delivered successfully her healthy newborn daughter. However, she refused to hold the infant in her arms, instead she let it to the Sisters' care. She only said one thing before storming out of the building."You take care of it. I'm not into that kind of stuff, it was a mistake after all. Name her Victoria, Victoria Spencer" she muttered. And so be it, from the moment of my birth, I lived at the Sisters of Quiet Mercy, or as I like to call it, Hell. By that, you can assume that my staying there was nothing but painful. I got treated like I'm a sinner, that I'm no good. But the point is that I never actually believed it. There was always that little voice inside of my head, saying: "What the hell are you doing here, run away!". I call that voice conscience now. So, desperate to finding out who my parents were, I broke into the office with the patient files. What I found there shocked me, even though it wasn't much. What I only discovered was a piece of paper with my mother's, if she really is a mother, last words before she desppeared into the dark night. "She was a mistake, after all". These words marked me for my whole life. That same evening, when everyone went to sleep, and dreamed about a better life they may've had, I went out seeking for one. However, escaping and starting over my life wasn't as easy as I hoped it was, I was just 13 years old anyway. So, I put my shit together and started a new life, the one I always imagined. With a family, friends, why not some romance. But I always had someone to help me with this. Forsythe Peddington Jones the second, also known as FP Jones. The time I met him, he was the king of the Serpents, a gang in Riverdale. He saw something in me, something special, that even now I, myself cannot see. He made me a Serpent, he trained me to be able to defend myself. He became my father figure and soon enough I called the serpents my family. And FP, he had a son my age. His name's Jughead, and I gotta admit, he's a handsome boy. Soon enough we began dating, which was kind of weird for me, but it felt so good to have someone that close to share anything. All that was left was some friends, and my life would be exactly as I wanted it to be. So, my friends. The only I could think of is Jason Blossom, the best friend anyone could have. Jase, as I liked to call him, was the son of the infamous Clifford Blossom; the rich, Maple Syrup business man, and twin brother of the High School diva Cheryl. He himself, was the school football star, famous with a lot of friends, he perhaps had the perfect life, or so I thought.
You see, everything was great. Not perfect, but great. For the first time , I felt so happy. I may not've had a fancy house, or get straight A's at school, but I was happy with what I had. But, like all farytales, all good things come to an end.
'You're thinking too much again, Tori.' I say to myself. What a habit.