Yay! It seems people like my stories, go me! Here is another little ficlet.
I don't own victorious or True Blood unfortunately.
Another self-harm warning but if you're hoping that the fics in this story will get better, they won't, Jade is F*cked in my head cannon so…
Anyway, Please enjoy.
I heard the theme song for True Blood playing and pulled my phone from my pocket. I glanced at the caller ID and groaned, not now Tori.
"Speak." I spat into the receiver and I got silence as a reply. "If you're not goin-."
"Jade, it's Beck, he's in hospital. They're not sure if he'll make it."
"What?" I forgot to use my uncaring voice but I didn't care. "What happened, which hospital?"
"He was in a car accident, And that hospital down the road from Cat's place." I jumped in my car and started the engine.
"I'll be there soon." I hung up and stopped for a second. If he doesn't make it, what am I going to do? I shook my head. I already knew what I would do; the gun has been in my cupboard for months now.
I walked slowly into the room and over to the bed. His face was bruised and battered, his hair was messy and covered in blood and he was wearing a stupid hospital gown.
"We'll just go." I heard Andre whisper behind me and silently thanked them. No way in hell would I be able to say this with them in the room.
"Beck." I started but my voice cracked. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Beck. Oh Beck, where do I start." I mumbled, trying to find my head. I stroked his hair absently as I collected my thoughts. "Every morning I wake up and I lie in bed wondering if I should get up." I sat down on the bed and continued to stroke his hair. "Do you have any idea what it feels like to know that the second you unlock your bedroom door all you will feel is pain?" I put my palm against his warm cheek and willed him to wake up. "I bet Miss Vega doesn't.
You know how when you're a kid they teach you to love you parents and that they love you? Well, for sixteen years all I knew of love was being slapped for talking or punched for asking a question. For sixteen years, love was the worst thing in the world. Then I met you." I sniffed and wiped my face, surprised to find tears there. "You showed me that love wasn't bad, that it was amazing and beautiful. I still freaked when you first said you loved me but you know it got better. You are the only reason I can get up in the mornings, the only reason I can feel safe. I leant forwards and whispered in his ear.
"You are the only thing I have to live for. Please. Don't. Die."
What did you think? A bit OOC? I'm not sure how I feel about this one.
Remember to review, I have an idea for another one shot, it's being written up on my computer now. Do you want me to post it?
