I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO VICTORIOUS. XD. ENJOY.

Putrid smoke began to hang over the room, fog beginning to blur the vision of the lost Cat Valentine. She pushed her newly dyed black hair out of her face, pulling the bong back to her mouth to do her best and forget her current situation. She inhaled deeply, pulling the electric gas into her body, holding her breath as long as possible and pushing it back out, the room only growing foggier. She sighed, the memory of the worst night of her life as strong as ever in her mind. Her sister, Jade, kissing her now ex-boyfriend, Robbie. The open window meaning Beck, Jade's ex-boyfriend, running away. Her old friends, Andre and Tori, eloping. Her parents' fatal car accident. Finding Jade's suicide note. Being alone…utterly alone…

"Cat, are you okay?"

She shook her already dizzy head, trying to clear her head enough for a conversation. "Candy," she said, turning to the woman who had been the closest thing to a friend she had this past month. The once beautiful blonde 42 year old had always acted with care to the young girls coming and going through this hellhole Cat called her home. She claimed it was the only way she could be the mother she had always wanted to be, to have tons of daughters without having to go through the pain. Cat quickly ran through her mental list of her usual excuses for these episodes. "Yeah, I'm fine. Guess I just had a little too much to drink." She motioned to the drink that sat on the coffee table, black rings from pot staining its surface.

"You looked like you were about to collapse. Maybe you shouldn't have any more," Candy said, reaching over to grab the bottle. Her fingers began to wrap around the neck of the alcohol, when Cat began screaming. She threw herself at the woman, wanting death before having to stop trying to drink away her pain.

"Candy, stop!" she yelled, banging her tiny fists against she didn't even know what. "Don't you dare touch it! It's mine!"

"Okay, okay!" She easily pulled the small girl off of her, throwing her hands up in the air. "I knew you were on it heavy, but damn, girl." Cat looked at the woman who only tried to help since she got here and just began to sob. Candy grimaced and came to Cat's side. She sighed, not knowing what to do with this broken piece of life.

"Cat, when is the last time you took your bipolar medicine?" she asked gently.

Cat looked up with her big brown eyes. "I haven't been able to afford it in two weeks." It wasn't a lie. Weed wasn't cheap. "I'll buy it next time I get paid for a job," she choked out. She wiped the salty tears out of her eyes, pulling some dark make up off with it. It wasn't an ideal was to make money, but it was better than being broke and getting cut off completely.

"You can't keep letting him do that to you just for a little cash."

The anger began to rise in Cat's disheveled head. "How else do you suppose I get money?"

"I don't know, how about you get a job like the rest of us," Candy replied, matching the intensity of Cat's voice.

"Who would hire me? I'm a seventeen year old girl who has no way to get there. I don't even have a high school degree. Honestly, Candy, don't you think I would if I had a chance?"

A silence filled the room.

Cat glared at her as another figure entered the living room. A big, tall man walked into the room, making his way clumsily over to the couch where she was sitting. He sat down on Cat's lap, laying his head on her shoulder, so that his mouth was only inches away from her ear.

"My turn yet?" he whispered, the thick rasp of his illiterate voice tickling the inside of her ear. She was all to use to it, the feeling making her stomach churn.

"It depends, Bruce," she answered, pushing his heavy body on to the other side of the couch. "How much are you willing to pay?"

"Just got a check from the welfare today, I'm willing to give ya the whole thing."

She bit the inside of her lip, knowing it was offer that was hard to refuse. With that, she could get her bipolar medicine and at least a pound of the best. She looked to Candy, who gave her a shrug. Why did she even let Bruce live here? She was the one paying for all the girls, anyway. All he did was sleep and steal. What else could she do, though? Bruce was so much bigger than the rest of girls living here, especially Candy. Kicking him out wouldn't exactly go over well. Cat pursed her lips, knowing her decision was for the best. "Okay."

A wide smile filled with golden teeth beamed at her. He scooped her up, and ran blindly to his bedroom. As soon as he could find the bed, he threw her down, pulling off her shirt off. He began kissing her neck; making marks that she knew wouldn't go away. The act went on, and Cat did all she could to think about anything but what was happening to her right now. It was so hard, with all the poisonous memories slinking their way around her consciousness. She began to cry as the afternoon turned into the night. Finally, he stopped, falling asleep on top of her. Before she knew it, she was asleep herself.

She awoke in her old bedroom, the air cold and hard to breath. What was she doing there? She got up, a sharp pain hitting her in the forehead. She closed her eyes tightly, putting her fingers to her temple. When she opened her eyes again, when the door opened, revealing her late sister standing there smiling at her. "Jade?" she tried to ask, but the words just got caught in her cracking throat. She smiled even bigger, beckoning Cat to come closer. Feelings began to take over her body as Cat began to follow her sister, as she wanted nothing more than to fall into her arms, knowing that she was alive and Cat wasn't alone. They left the house, walking all through Hollywood, quickening to a run. Cat ran and ran after her sister, growing weaker and weaker as the minutes dragged on and on. Cat blinked, only to realize that Jade wasn't the only one she was chasing. She noticed that her parents had joined the race, not a scratch from the accident staining their skin. Soon Tori and Andre began running in, Beck following them. Cat radiated excitement, only encouraging her small body to push itself to the limit to get to the people she loved. She could see Hollywood Arts coming up. That must be where we're going," she thought groggily. The destination was under her feet, as she jumped for joy, only to fall to the ground. The rest of her party continued to run through the building, and up the stairs. They looked down, calling for Cat. She tried to yell, but only found that she couldn't make a sound. She began to get frustrated, only resulting in tears. She couldn't reach them. Why couldn't they come down? She couldn't reach them…

She woke up screaming. She shot up, a cold sweat covering her shaking body. She looked around the room, seeing no sign of Bruce. It was only a nightmare, she kept telling herself over and over again. That didn't stop the replaying of it in her head. She looked over to the bedside table, seeing a check addressed to Bruce Mitchell. She snatched it up, holding it close to her body.

Welcome to the life of Cat Valentine. Isn't it wonderful?