WARNING: Self harm and unintentional sucide (but its sucide, nonetheless)
A/N: I've had this idea for a while, and its a pleasure to finally sit down and compose it.
I find something really alluring about Tori angst, its just such a different thing to explore, and it was a very unique process.
This is my first Tori-centric angsty-type oneshot so, please critique away, I don't want reviews saying Tori is OCC, because, really, its kinda obvious.
The puncuation is intentional, just so you know
The razor lingers intimidatingly over her uninjured slender wrists, she winces at the thought of dragging it down.
(youneverweroneforthis)
She wants to prove to them -prove to Jade and Beck and Cat and Robbie...
Prove that she's not
f/l/a/w/l/e/s/s
That
G L I T T E R
doesn't surge through her veins.
Prove that she has
i.s.s.u.e.s
(morethenanyonecouldibelieve)
And in some warped, demented way, that's exactly what she's doing.
Exhaling slowly, she brings the razor down, until it comes in contact with her bronze skin.
Her throat feels strangled, and she tries to swallow a screech.
(painpainpain)
Scorching pain throbs through her body.
But, somehow it
H E L P S
Helps the pain of being
L A B E L E D
Helps ease the burden of being so UNperfect.
And she's take this pain over that under any circumstances.
A couple of days later the only evidence of her experience are faint, puckered pink scars that snake around her wrists.
Cat is brimming with concern
(areyouokay?)
She nods brightly and plops down at their table, trying to conceal the grimace that contours her flawlessflawless features.
Robbie just shakes his head in worry
(everyoneisjustsodamnworried)
Beck arches an eyebrow, but doesn't speak
Andre shoves salad in his mouth, trying to ignore her
because its
K I L L I N G
him.
And she thinks she sees sympathy flicker in Jade's reclusive eyes, but its gone before she can blink.
shedoesn'twanttheirsympathy
she feels like screeching the words
W H Y D O N T Y O U S E E
but to them she's just another (un)perfect lost cause.
That night, the razor hovers above the flat plain of her stomach.
Dontdoitdontdoit
a voice chants inside her head
she blocks out her sane thoughts
Without hesitation she strokes the blade across her stomach with one swift swipe.
B L O O D B L O O D B L O O D
There's so much red; its swimming in front of her eyes
Cat's scarlet hair flashes in her mind
A weak whimper of agony rips through her chest;
nothing at all like her ohsolovely singing voice
She reaches for anything, anything to help,
The razor slipping from her clutch
Nothing grazes her desperate fingers
NONONO
A blanket of peace&searing pain envelops her;
HEAVENORHELL?
There's a squeal of surprise from the bathroom door
Dissapointment fills her
Because, damnitt, they were supposed to find her here.
She was supposed to prove to them
Her sister kneels down next to her, breathing in a quivering voice
DontDieDontDieDontDie
But, even as Tori Vega crosses the threshold to death, she can hear a voice whisper in her ear
Youneverwereoneforthis
Okay, so this dip into the angst area of Victorious fandom inspired me to write a story about Trina struggeling with an eating disorder, please tell me if you guys are interested in something like that, or PM me with ideas.
