A.N: This is the first time i've ever posted a fic online, so heres hoping you guys like it.

Eventual Jori - this will be a multi-chapter fic.

Warning for Character Death

Disclaimer: I don't own victorious nor it's characters, if I did then the show would be nothing but Jori.

One, two, three and breathe. That's what you tell yourself as you focus on walking through the rain. Each step taking you further away from the devastation that's completely turned your life upside down.

One, two, three and breathe. Each drop of rain feels heavy on your skin making your already broken frame even weaker. Forcing yourself to pick up the pace you breathe in deeply and tune out the sound of the sirens heading your way.

One, two, three and breathe. You begin to find it hard to see between the dark spots clouding your vision and the rain hurtling down in front of you. You blink once, twice, trying desperately to overcome the darkness.

One, two, three and breathe. You're not too sure of where you are but you know that you're heading in the right direction. It's almost like you can sense it, sense her warmth that right now you so desperately need. You can already feel the comfort she'll give you that'll make these past few hours seem less hard, less devastating.

One, two, three and breathe. You're getting weaker with every step. You can tell. You're body's shaking violently and you think that it's a wonder you're still able to stand, let alone walk any further. It's getting harder to breathe as well, the oxygen being drawn from your lungs at a vicious pace. Your head's starting to pound, hair soaked through and matted with blood and you can only imagine the state that your face must be in right now.

One, two, three and breathe. You can feel the electricity of your nerves rushing through your body. It's as though they are testing how strong you are, waiting for just the right moment to throw you into a mental breakdown. Your refuse to give in though, in spite of everything you have a reputation to maintain and a destination to reach and nothing is going to get in your way of that. Not now.

One, two, three and breathe. You've left the empty side roads now, you can tell simply from the bright streetlights that help light up the darkness and make it easier on your vision. You're almost there. You stop for a moment, allowing your body the temporary rest that it needs. Before you have time to comprehend it there's a small crowd of people around you, pulling you to sit down and giving you instructions that you can't quite make out.

One, two, three and breathe. Inhaling even deeper you stand up again, ignoring their voices of concern and orders of waiting for an ambulance. You feel someone grab your arm and pull you back towards the crowd and without thinking you let out a noise, something which vaguely resembles a cry of pain and anguish. Their grip loosens and you force yourself to move faster, pushing straight through the crowd and hurtling towards the end of the road.

One, two, three and breathe. Thankfully someone's been listening to your silent prayers and allows you to disappear from the crowd. You somehow manage to make your way to the street you were originally destined for and you can feel your head getting as cloudy as your vision.

One, two, three and breathe. You make it to her front door and suddenly find yourself unsure of what to do. You think of calling her to avoid any confrontation with her family but as you unlock the screen on the small device and see his face you automatically feel the walls you'd spent so long building up come crashing down. You manage to pull yourself together enough to knock on her door and then you let it all go.

One, two, three and breathe. You hear her before you see her, the gasp that omits from the silence of the night as she opens the door and spots you on her porch. She kneels down and clutches your broken form to her body whispering the words of comfort you knew she would.

One, two, three and breathe. You thought this would be easier now you're here but suddenly it feels worse. It should be him clutching you like this, not her. It should be him whispering words of comfort and stroking your hair. Realising you've made a mistake and knowing now where you need to be you try to break from her grasp.

One, two, three and breathe. You're much weaker now and she catches up to your broken form with ease. She turns you to face her and forces you to look into her eyes. Those god damned eyes that are so filled with concern. She's speaking now and though you can see her mouth moving you can't make out the words. The only sound you can here is the ringing bells drumming through your ears from your headache mixed with the sound of the sirens that you left behind.

One, two, three and breathe. You're suddenly reminded of why you're here and the feeling makes you feel sick to the stomach. Trying to calm yourself down you attempt to take yet another deep breathe but all that does is mess with the breathing pattern you had established over the past hour. The darkness comes back with a vengeance and your head feels as though it's about to combust and suddenly you just feel tired. Looking back into her eyes you allow your body to slowly shut down and the last thing you see before the world goes black is her body lunging forward to catch your collapsing form.

So there's the prologue.

Constructive Criticism and Reviews are much appreciated.

- McCupboard.