Victoria only spent a few seconds knocking on Kate's door before she reached down to the handle and turned. Of course it's going to open—Kate thinks everybody is an angel deep down inside. Even with the video she still hasn't learned that some of us are assholes. Victoria poked her head in first and called out "Kate?" No answer of course so she let herself inside the room and quickly shut the door behind her.

She had seen the inside of the room from the hallway before, but even Victoria had to admit that the room wasn't what she thought it would be—it was much darker than she imagined. Glancing to the left she saw the mirror was covered by some sort of cloth. This struck Victoria as rather odd given the amount of time she spent each morning preening. Maybe she hates looking at herself after the video. I know I would.

Another shiver from Victoria. She had to put those thoughts out of her mind and pronto. Oh look, a happy colorful drawing. Victoria probably didn't even realize she smiled while looking at it. A tablet sat on the couch to her right and she picked it up, unsurprised to find there was no lock code on it. She read through the email that was currently open, sent just a few hours ago. What the actual fuck? I thought I was a cold, heartless bitch. I could take lessons from her mother for sure.

A pang of guilt swept over Victoria. Sure, she thought it was funny that the bible thumper would make out with whoever was close to her at the party (this of course before knowing she didn't take the drugs voluntarily), but to see her mother flip out at it was a little much for her. She set the tablet down and kept looking around.

A garbage can filled with more used tissues than she could count was the next thing to worry Victoria. She tried to shrug it off but with every breath she felt more constricted. There were pictures of happy times, a jesus picture on the wall, and a disturbing drawing on the floor that she likened to H.R. Giger. It was a letter on a dresser in her closet that caught her attention—the nice paper and the calligraphy reminding her of herself. She picked up the letter from Kate's Auntie Marsh and read it.

"Oh my God, what have I done?" Victoria said as she dropped the letter.

"What are you doing in here Victoria?"

Victoria's whole body felt cold. She was so preoccupied reading a letter that felt like pure evil and judgement to her to notice that Kate had come back to her room. The blonde slowly turned herself around to face the girl she had been tormenting in ways far worse than she could imagine.

Kate looked just as shocked as Victoria felt. In Kate's hand were a few carrots, presumably for the rabbit she just noticed out of the corner of her eye.

"Kate," Victoria responded.

"Why are you in here Victoria, trying to find some other way to bring me down?"

Tears welled up in Victoria's eyes. "No Kate, I didn't know, I'm sorry."

"Yeah right, that's why every time you're around I hear the video being mentioned."

Victoria could only shake her head. "I deleted it. I didn't know that Nathan had drugged you."

The look on Kate's face was very telling to Victoria—any doubts she had about Nathan drugging her without her knowledge ended quickly when Kate simply responded, "Is that why I don't remember?"

Another pang of guilt flowed through Victoria. Fuck, it's true. "Yes Kate. If Nathan drugged you with the right thing you'd act all wild and crazy but not remember anything."

"Oh. It's too late. The bottle of pills should take effect any…" and with that Kate collapsed to the ground.

Victoria collapsed to her knees and cried out, "NO!"

Kate looked at Victoria confused and rushed over to the mean girl of Blackwell. "What's wrong Victoria?"

The pixie-haired blonde shook her head and looked up at Kate confused for just a second. "But you, you…" she shook her head. "I just had a hallucination, that you…"

The look of worry continued on Kate's face. "That I what Victoria?"

"You… you swallowed a bottle of pills to take your life."

Kate stepped back from the crying Victoria but remained quiet for a full minute. Victoria couldn't believe how real that vision seemed to her, all she could do saw finish sitting on the ground.

"I wouldn't take pills. I think I would jump."

Victoria's eyes bulged out wide as she looked up at Kate. "You've been thinking about it?"

Kate took a very deep breath and nodded once.

Victoria cried out again as if pain, making Kate jump. "No, no, no, no, no. You can't Kate. I know it was a bitchy thing to do but it's not worth it." Did Max know?

"Nobody here cares about me Victoria. Do you think anyone would even miss me here if I were gone?"

"Max Caulfield."

Kate lets out a single sound of a laugh. "Max is sweet, but she's aloof enough I don't even know how she really feels."

Victoria cocked her head at this, the response made no sense to her. "Um Kate, you know Max was escorted out of the school by police right?"

Kate nodded slowly, "What's your point Victoria?"

"Max looked at me and said I needed to stop you. It's like she knew you were thinking it."

Kate quirked her eyebrows at Victoria. "Max said that?"

Victoria can only manage to nod for a moment. "What about Brooke and Stella?"

Kate nods slowly to that as well but remains quiet.

"Why did you do it Victoria?"

Victoria sighs and takes a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears that unlike Caulfield have certainly ruined her makeup.

"I could say because it was funny to watch the resident bible thumping jesus freak get all slutty on just a sip of wine. I could say it's because I hate you and think you needed to be taken down a peg."

Neither of these responses were endearing herself to Kate. Here goes nothing.

"But the reality is that I'm a big fucking loser with no self-esteem so I need to shoot down everybody else for whatever flaws I can to make myself feel like I'm not such a worthless piece of shit. Considering how happy and nice you always are there seemed to be only one appropriate way to do it. I hate myself for it and I know how pathetic I look right now. I hate being so fucking weak."

Victoria looked up to see Kate moving toward her fast—she knew that she deserved the attack that was coming and didn't even try to brace herself for the assault that she just knew she had to goad the good Christian into. Kate did rush into Victoria, but she put her arms around her and gave her a hug.

"I'm so sorry Victoria."

Um, what the fuck?

"Um, what the fu… what do you mean you're sorry Kate?"

Kate squeezed a little harder. "I was too busy wallowing in my own misery that I didn't realize it was really you who was suffering."

Okay, now I'm lost.

"You're not weak Victoria. It takes a strong person to admit what you just did admit. Yeah I'm mad and I'm hurt, but you're hurting too. But this is part of the healing process."

Victoria didn't really know how to respond to this strange turn of events. She reached her arms around Kate to hug back, though not nearly as strong as Kate was holding her. She could be trying to hug me to death right now. It seems to be working.

"I'm still hurting Victoria. I take it you saw the letter from my auntie. It won't be easy, but maybe we can still talk? Max owed me a tea date but she's probably busy at the police station. Want to take her place?"

Victoria Chase let out a sigh of relief. Alright Max, I think I saved her. She was truly in bizarro world—here she was about to have a tea date with Kate Marsh and talk through feelings, and yet Victoria couldn't remember a time when she had been so happy to just talk to someone.