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Author's Note: This suddenly popped into my mind while listening to All Good Things (Come to an End) by Nelly Furtado. This is short and quick. A spur of the moment update. Read and review, please? :)

\Savior/

Jade gazed at the blank white walls sneering back at her. They looked so pristine, so white, so clean, so kind, it drove Jade nuts. The Goth took her head in her palms, fingers tightening around locks of her raven hair.

No one will ever want you, kid. You're the spawn of the devil. Naturally, you'll be just as bad, a voice sneered. Jaded screwed her eyes shut.

"No, my mom wasn't the devil. You're the devil, you and your bitch," she hissed angrily. "You're the one who ruined everything!"

Who are you kidding, Jade? The moment you came into this world, everything crashed. Jade could feel the presence in front of her, but still she refused to look up. No one will ever want you. No one will ever notice you are gone. Everybody hates you.

A creaking sound filled the air, and Jade watched in horror as the white walls started to close in on her. Jade wasn't particularly claustrophobic, she wasn't afraid of death either, but somehow she was choking on her own fear.

A maniacal laughter filled the air as Jade tried to prevent the walls from coming any closer but failed miserably. The Goth banged at the tiles, calling for help, but none came.

"Anybody! Please! Help me!" She fell to her knees, sobs racking her whole body as she stared down at the ground, the last tendrils of hope slipping away from her, but not before whispering a name that was so close to her heart. "Tori."

Nobody will help you, Jade. Nobody will… The voice trailed into silence and Jade thought she was dead, but then a hand landed on her shoulder, sending a warm sensation coursing throughout her body, and she knew she was safe. She opened her eyes to see that the walls were gone, that they were no longer moving in on her, and when she turned around to face her savior, a pair of chocolate-brown irises stared back with so much sincerity and kindness and love that Jade began to cry again, but for a completely different reason.

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Tori sighed in relief as Jade started to wake up from her nightmare. She felt Jade's body shiver as the Goth began to cry, and Tori wrapped her hands around her girlfriend.

"It's alright, Jade, it was just a dream," Tori whispered over and over again, her embrace on Jade tightening. The Goth buried her face into Tori's neck, allowing the cries to roll over her, waiting for them to finally subside.

"I woke you up, didn't I?" Jade's voice was hoarse from all the screaming she had done in her sleep. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Tori smiled reassuringly, wiping the tears stains away from Jade's flushed cheeks. "That nightmare must've really scared you."

"Yeah, no chiz," Jade confirmed, intertwining her fingers with Tori's. "So, uh, thanks."

"No problem." Tori leaned forward to plant a sweet kiss on her girlfriend's forehead.

"This is so embarrassing. The great Jade West, crying over a nightmare," Jade grumbled, her lips turning down in a slight frown.

"If it was about your father, then it's not. If it was about a horror scene or something, then it is."

"It was." Jade let out a deep, shaky breath before meeting Tori's worried gaze. "But it's okay. You saved me—God, your cheesiness is rubbing off on me, Vega."

Tori giggled before giving Jade another kiss, this time on the lips. "Come on, you big crybaby, let's go back to sleep."

"I swear, if you call me that again, you're sleeping on the floor," Jade threatened, but both of them laughed as they settled back down on the bed, their arms wrapped around each other. "Good night, Tori."

"Good night and sweet dreams, crybaby," Tori murmured back. Jade let it slide and simply snuggled closer to her savior.

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