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Tori, you stole everything from me.

Her voice sounds pained. I wonder dimly where and when she recorded this. We spent almost all of our time together. How could she have recorded these without me knowing?

You stole my friends. You stole the lead role in every production.

There's a long pause. I wait anxiously. Finally, her voice returns.

You even stole my boyfriend.

I gasp sharply and squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to remember that night. How Tori came on to me. How hurt Jade was.

It all started the very day of the showcase. You think I didn't see you stand in for your stupid sister?

Well, I did.

I have to admit, it wasn't.. you know.. that bad.

But everything got worse for me after your first day of Hollywood Arts.

My memory flicks dimly back to that day. I still remember Tori rubbing her arm all over my shirt and batting her eyes flirtatiously at me. It wasn't that subtle.

You had your arm all over my boyfriend's chest. His chest belongs to me. Not you. Me.

And then, during that stupid alphabet improv, you kissed him.

Since I'm dead now, or will be, anyways, I'll admit that it hurt. Beck was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I feel a warm rush of love for her when she says that. However, it's quickly replaced with a cold, hard realization.

You stole my best friend from me, too, Tori. You stole Cat.

Cat, Cat, Cat. Innocent little Cat. How many times did you convince her to sit with you instead of me? How many times did you fill her head with the idea that I was a bitch and you were Little Miss Perfect?

Twenty times? Forty? I lost count at sixty.

Listen up, Tori.

My parents hated me. My life was terrible. There were three good things in my life.

Just three.

And you stole them all from me. You also stole my pride and dignity.

Jade's voice is weak, as if she is about to cry. It's heartbreaking. I feel like I should be the one crying.

It's too bad you weren't number thirteen. Obviously, you're going to hell anyways. Maybe I'll ask number thirteen to forward these tapes to you in hell.

By the way, I can blackmail you even though I'm dead.

Pretty cool, right?

You see, I know everything about you, Tori. I did go through your medical records. I have access to them right now, as I speak. I also have access to your birth certificate, police records, school records, whatever.

I know everyone's been waiting for this for a long time. T-144 on your map. Tori's house. This is where I blackmailed Tori, without her even knowing it.

But if you're listening to this now, then you know.

Standing outside this window by your room, I saw you and Andre have sex.

Frankly, I'm not surprised. I always felt that Jade was into the whole voyeur thing.

I'll admit, it was kind of hot.

And I took pictures.

So if you don't pass these tapes on, these pictures will be released.

And they can land you in jail, Tori.

I'm also going to confess something that only you and I know. So anyone else who's listening, listen up.

There's another long pause. I never knew Jade kept this many secrets. I'm anxious to hear what she has to say.

I had sex with Tori.

WHAT?

Now I'm shocked.

Yeah, I did. I'm sure you wanna know how my fingers crept into her jeans, underneath the waistband of her panties, and..

I'm not gonna tell you, you perverts.

Tori, your name is on this list because you owe me all the things you stole from me. Every little thing.

But don't worry, I'll get it all, and you'll lose what you don't deserve.

Guess I'll see you in hell.

Who's next on this list of confessions? At least, it seems like a list of confessions. It's not, though.

Let's see..

Andre Harris.

Her voice disappears. I'm sitting there frozen.

Jade and Tori?

How - What - When..

Too many questions.

I take in a painful breath of air, my heart aching. Just hearing Jade's voice makes me miss her. I want her back. I really do.

I take the tape out and turn it over, then put it back in.

It takes me a few seconds before I push the Play button.