Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Victorious.

A/N: Please continue to read and review, I really appreciate all the love and support! Also, I am back to school now and I play high school volleyball, so I will be busy. If updates become few and far between, please continue to review and motivate me!

Cat's POV

It was a very smart looking room. There were books in bookcases that looked a hundred years old. His desk was very finely crafted, and the plush seats and sofa nearby all gave me a false sense of comfort. I didn't like it here.

The man himself didn't seem incredibly old. He looked very young to be a doctor truthfully. His hair was full and dark, he had light stubble on his chin, and little dimples that made him look like a little kid.

"Come in Caterina, sit down!" He waved, moving his arm out to me. I hesitated, lingering at the door, knowing there was no way I could get away because Dani was right behind me. I looked at the rest of him. He was wearing a sweater vest in a very prep-school type of way, with nice pants and loafers. Overall, he seemed like he could be a college student.

"Come now Caterina, there's no need to be shy," he walked towards me, one hand in his pockets, the other extended out in front of him. I took a tentative step forward and met him halfway, staring at the ground. I felt him gently grip the upper part of my arm, moving me to the sofa in front of his desk. He guided me down, and I instinctively curled my feet beneath me, pulling the sleeves of my hands, shivering.

The guy leaned against the front of his desk, facing me.

"Hello Caterina, my name is Dr. Hoffman," he said, smiling warmly at me. I looked up shyly before quickly looking down, picking at a loose thread on my shirt. After a few seconds, Dr. Hoffman cleared his throat. When I looked at him again, he was staring at me expectantly.

"Hi," I whispered, not really sure if he even heard me.

"Caterina," Dr. Hoffman started, "Do you know why you're here?" I shook my head violently 'no', to answer his question and to shake the tears from my eyes. I didn't like to think about anything. I didn't want to think about anything. Thinking made me cry, because when I think I think about Jadey, and Beck, and all the people that aren't here. And I didn't want to think about them. Especially not Jadey. I missed her the most.

"What's wrong Caterina?" I guess I hadn't been good at not crying. Phooey.

"I wanna go home," I hiccupped, tears coming faster now. I brought my hand up to wipe away my tears, but they just kept going. "I wanna see Jadey and Beck and Andre and Tori and even Robbie, and I want Mr. Purple back!" I wailed, pulling my knees to my chest so that I wouldn't fall apart. I think I heard Dr. Hoffman sigh, but I wasn't sure.

"You're here so that we can make you better Caterina," Dr. Hoffman told me softly.

"And I want to be called 'Cat!' No one ever calls me anything but Cat, no one but you guys!" I insisted, almost glaring at the white carpet underneath me now.

"Why would I ever want to drop even a single letter from such a pretty name like yours, Caterina?" Dr. Hoffman said suddenly, surprised. But I barely paid attention to him. Instead, I sniffed at the floor, trying to avoid looking at his face. It was getting really tough. My heart felt like it was going to shatter, and I couldn't stop it.

"I want to go home," I whispered again, hiding my face behind my knees.

"You are sick Caterina," Dr. Hoffman told me again. He sounded almost annoyed. "You will begin treatment tomorrow, and we will make you better Caterina. Whether you want it or not," Dr. Hoffman added meanly. I shivered. Something about how quickly his mood changed was terrifying.

I squeaked in fear when suddenly Dr. Hoffman was grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him. He was angry. His face was inches from mine, and in his eyes I could see my reflection, scared and tear-stained.

"You start treatment tomorrow Caterina," he growled, slowly increasing the pressure in his grip. I squirmed and wiggled, trying to get away. He just held fast, starting to grin a little when I started to whimper, tears leaking out of my eyes.

"Dani!" Dr. Hoffman barked, letting me go. I recoiled instantly, scrambling to the corner of the office, my back against two bookshelves. I was scared, terrified, and cornered.

I saw the two of them talking near the door, but they were talking too quietly. I couldn't hear them at all. All I saw was Dr. Hoffman point at me, and Dani nodded, before running off. Dr. Hoffman closed the door, walking back towards his desk.

I tried to move away. I tried to get up and run but I was frozen in fear. He was at his desk now. He was looking inside it. I watched with wide eyes as he pulled out what looked like a vile and needle from a drawer.

My breathing hitched and came quicker, and I started to tremble. I shivered and shook, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.

I stared in fright as he filled the needle, giving it a flick or two for good measure. Dr. Hoffman looked at me then, smiling a little, tiny bit.

I didn't move when he started towards me, or when he got close and kneeled next to me. He had rolled up his sleeves, and I only tried to move after his bare skin touched mine, electrifying me into my senses.

I yelped, and tried to dart away when his strong arm hooked my waist, pulling me back down. I landed with a whimper, the fall hurting my back and dazing me. I groaned, but couldn't get up, his heavy hand holding down my shoulder.

He moved my hair off of my shoulder, a shiver running up my spine when he touched my neck.

"Pretty hair color Caterina," he commented, and I felt him running the tip of the needle along my neck.

"No no no, Caterina, don't be afraid," he whispered into my ear when I started to cry again, staring up at the ceiling. He pressed in, and I shut my eyes, tears still leaking out the corners of them. I could feel the tears tracing down my temple and ending up in my hair as Dr. Hoffman injected me with whatever he was.

I want to go home. I want to go home. I want to go home.

I felt really really heavy all of the sudden, like I couldn't get up even if Dr. Hoffman wasn't hovering over me.

"We are going to make you better Caterina," he whispered. That was the last thing I heard before I just went black.

I want to go home.

Jade's PoV

After school, I went to Beck's RV. There was no way I could deal with my pathetic excuse of parents right now, after my friend (best friend) had just been hauled away to that house or horrors.

I barely made it to Beck's door before I went into a full on panic attack. My hands started to shake, and I could barely control them enough to force the door open.

I heard his voice but not what he said, but rather tried to stop my trembling form. I stared at my arms and hands, thinking that maybe doing that might make them cut it out. But they kept at it. I felt hands grip my shoulders, pulled me up from outside into the RV, and wrap themselves around me as the tears started. I couldn't keep the sobs inside me, where they usually stayed locked up in my heart.

Beck rocked me back and forth, and as great as that was, it couldn't stop the onslaught of memories and pictures and voices that came rushing back to me. Things I haven't thought about in years.

"Morning Jadelyn, how are you?" Doc said. I screamed into my gag, throwing my body against the leather straps that held me in place on the freezing chrome table. Machines and other instruments were neatly organized around the room. It was like a modern torture chamber, with the technology to keep her alive, and therefore the torture going.

"We're going to try to nip that temper on yours in the bud today Jadelyn," Doc continued, ignoring the tears rolling down my face. I was sobbing, I was terrified, I was… me.

"Go on now Devin, get me that blood sample," Doc asked the man off to my right. I cried even harder, if that were possible. I hated needles, absolutely hated them. I fought Devin as he tried to hold my arm still, once out of its bondage, to draw my blood. When I wouldn't let him, Devin took the riding crop that he kept at his waist at all times and snapped it across my face. I knew that it left a bright red strip, but I stopped then, the stinging killing me.

"Always gotta make things so difficult little miss priss," Devin chided often, degrading me. I felt him harshly take my blood and give the vile to Doc, who'd ben rummaging with something out of my view previously.

"Thank you Devin," Doc replied happily. I heard the whirr of machines turn on, creating a static hum in the room.

"Now, a little shock or two to the frontal cortex might curb your tongue," Doc muttered, mostly to himself. I felt a cool metal plate on my temples suddenly, and even at the tender age of eleven I knew what was happening. I'd seen my movies.

"It'll only sting for a second," he promised.

I screamed, trying to get away. I didn't know what was holding my in place, but I had to get away! I couldn't let them shock me, I knew they were lying! It hurt, it hurt like getting struck by lightning ten times.

"Let me go! Get away!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Jade, jade! It's me babe, it's Beck!"

It took me a second to stop hitting my boyfriend, who so lovingly puts up with my panic attacks, and melt into him. I cried into his chest for a good hour or so, his arms the only thing holding me together.

I was sent there for misbehaving. My dad had had a friend there, and said it would scare the hell out of me, which it did. My walls, my overbearing façade, my sharp tongue, all of it was because of that place. All of me was because of that nightmare.

My dad had only made me stay for about two weeks, and when he came to pick me up, I wasn't much more than a zombie. It had taken weeks of me being home to bring me back to life again. Even then, it was Cat, who'd I met previous to my stay in the House, that truly revived me.

She played games with me. She sang to me, and we'd play the piano or write out stories that we'd later reenact. Cat saved me, and now she was the one in there. I had to save her, just like she had saved me. Because I wasn't about to lose my Cat. I couldn't. She, aside from Beck, was the most important thing in the world to me.

A/N: Alrighty, so not as long as the first but hopefully just as entertaining. I'm sorry it's taken me so long, I've been very scattered. As always, please review!

Love,

Taylor XOXO