I know this chapter is short but I had an idea last night randomly and I just deiced to run with it. This chapter wasn't originally in my plans for this story but the thought kept nagging me and I felt that I would regret it if I didn't use it. Please tell me what you think about, are you guys happy that I used it? Let me know.
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Disclaimer: There was a time when I owned the rights to Victorious along with all of the characters, but than I regained consciousness.
When I wake the sun has yet to rise and the darkness that is night invades my scenes. My face is wet and my pillow is tear stained. I never want to experiences that feeling again, losing Jade in such a horrible way. I don't know why my mind would play such a horrible trick on me. I look over to my night stand squinting in the dark trying to locate my pear phone. I need to call her, to talk to her. That dream I had was so real I can feel the tears start to make their way back to my eyes. I need to make sure she's alright, I need to hear her voice for myself so that I can have peace of mind and hopefully sleep a bit more before its time to wake.
I unplug my phone and walk to the window leaning out feeling the cool inviting breeze of the early morning air. I scroll through my contacts until I find the name I am looking for, I press call and listen for an answer. The phone never rings and instead I am met with an automatic voice, "I am sorry but the number you have reached is out of service, please check the number and try your call again" Than nothing. What? Thats not possible, I just called her a couple of hours ago. I rush to my vanity ignoring the odd pain in my limbs knocking thing over searching for my keys, I have to see her. Just as I find them something catches my eye, my reflection.
I look up to the mirror and gasp. I drop the keys and fall to the floor, kicking my feet back as if I can run from the image. I move back quickly until my back is flush against the foot board of my bed. "No!, no.. it was just a dream, just a dream. That never happened!" Tori spoke with force and conviction. Though the evidence was indisputable, her worse nightmare had in fact came true. She stood up and walked slowly back to the mirror, she was still dressed in the same clothing from the day before, her shirt and shorts covered in dried blood. Her arms and legs marked with scattered cuts and scrapes, eyes bloodshot. Looking at her reflection there was no way it hadn't happened.
She looked into the mirror and suddenly anger began to flood her system, filling her veins. How could something like that happen to someone so undeserving! It wasn't right and she wouldn't stand for it. Why was the world so fucked up, what the hell had she done to deserve a punishment so severe. Looking at her reflection only mad her more infuriated, she was pissed. She began furiously snatching and throwing things off the desk. Breaking what she could letting out exasperated screams and cries with the effort. Even with all of the destruction she had caused that damn mirror still mocked her, showing her that no matter what she did, what she broke nothing would change the image it displayed. Nothing would bring Jade back to her.
In a last stitch effort to prove the mocking reflection who was boss she swung her fist and used all of her effort to shatter the mirror. With the amount of adrenaline she had rushing through her veins she never felt the glass cut through the thin flesh of her knuckles. She felt no pain, she was invincible.
The crashing finally came to a halt and the room grew silent. In combination the sounds of her labored breath, the trickling of the glass as it settled on the floor. Along with the rhythmic dripping of the blood from her knuckles, falling off her fingertips brought her back to reality. Looking at her distorted and warped reflection in what was left of the shattered mirror she felt all of the anger drain form her anger had changed nothing, Jade was still gone and she was never coming back.
With the anger gone the depression slowly seeped in and she felt cold. She fell to the ground, curled her body into fetal position and cried. These where no normal tears, these where forceful sobs that came from deep within her. She couldn't breath, the world around her was spinning and she could find nothing to hold on to. She quickly slipped in to unconsciousness, though not even there was she able to escape the horrors that wait for her to awaken.
Well that's it, you know what to do.
-Jadelyn Ashley