Gone
Victorious fanfic

Hi.

This is more... how do I put this?

Sad. Dark. Depressing.

Yep that works.

I mean, obviously by the title you know Cat dies.

But even if you hate character death (I do too trust me... but there's a reason this is being written.), please give this story a chance.

I've wanted to post this and write it for a while now, and I'm excited about it.

:)

Supernatural, Tragedy(?) { I guess, because there is a tradegy at the beginning. But lemme know if you think I should change it to Supernatural, Romance.

Plot: Cat was killed. Robbie was broken. Everyone knew why. But then he started seeing things, hearing strange noises. Everyone thought he was crazy. Was he? Slightly AU; pairings: Cabbie, some Rade friendship and minor Cade friendship. Rated T for language and sensitive themes. (depression, trauma, etc.)

Chapter One:
Holding onto nothing

She said she wanted to go through the shortcut.
She said she would be fine.
She said she would text me when she got home.
She said to not worry.
She said to trust her.
I did.
And now she's gone.

I try to forget.

But it's still vivid in my mind.

Flashback

I was at home, oblivious to what was happening.

Cat was walking down that alley.

The sick, twisted man crept up behind her…

Grabbed her forcefully, pushing her against the brick wall.

She fought hard.

But not hard enough.

He wouldn't back down.

He did it- and just left.

He stole her innocence.

And she was left, curled in pain on the faded asphalt.

Her screams were never heard.

But she was in pain. Finally she texted me and Jade the same message:

Help me. in teh alleys

It was misspelled but I had figured that meant is was even worse than I thought.

I called 911 as I ran out the door.

They assured me it would be fine.

They lied.

I drove way past the speed limit.

I didn't care.

I reached the alley and bolted.

Jade got there first.

Cat… Oh my God.

Helpless.

Bloody everywhere.

Leg twisted the wrong way.

And then I saw it.

The guarantee that death would consume her soon.

I lifted her shirt to make sure.

A shotgun's bullet hole.

It was too gruesome.

I covered it.

Looking at her I tightly gripped her hand, Jade already clutching her other.

Through my pouring tears I mustered a small smile. "You're gonna be fine Kitty-Cat. I-I called 911…"

She smiled, but only a little. "Robbie… You're here."

"Of course I'm here." I said softly as I gently squeezed her hand.

Cat told us everything.

How he trapped her.

Raped her.

Shot her.

Her leg broke (she had thought it was broken; it was) when she struggled and he slammed her into the wall.

That's why I know every detail…

I know too much.

The ambulance still hadn't arrived.

I was getting more worried than before.

Sweat was dripping down my neck, hands shaking.

"C-Cat... Squeeze my hand." Jade ordered, trying to see if her muscles were okay.

She barely tightened her grip around Jade's palm.

Jade's eyes widened and I froze.

Cat looked at us nervously, biting her lip.

Suddenly she hissed, sweat beading on her forehead.

The bullet hole.

She's starting to-

She gasped for air, gripping our hands as if her life depended on it.

And it did.

She coughed and spluttered, calming down slightly.

"Where... Where's the ambulance Robbie?"

I looked at her pure, innocent face, tears falling down both of our faces.

"I-I... Don't know..." I said quietly.

She sighed, looking down. "Jadey, Robbie... I might die."

Jade sniffed, nodding her head a little as silent tears came from her icy blue eyes that… didn't look so cold for once.

"But... I want you to know that-that I... I love you both. Jade, you're like my sister." She smiled the best she could at said girl, who didn't smile.

Instead she clutched her hand harder, barely whispering "I know."

"And Robbie?" Cat looked up at me. "I-I'm sorry. For everything." More tears fell down her pale cheeks as she gripped my hand tighter.

With as much force as she could, she pulled my arm, grunting before whining.

I knew she couldn't do any better and came down to her face. "What is it Cat?"

She looked down before meeting my eyes.

Slowly Cat closed her eyes, barely raising her head, and managed to kiss me softly. She backed away, looking at me again. "I had to do that one last time."

Jade moved closer to her, allowing her to use Jade's lap as a headrest.

She hummed quietly, stroking Cat's red velvet cupcake hair.

Cat relaxed a little, closing her eyes before blinking them back open.

I knew what she was thinking:

"Keep my eyes closed and I die."

She forced herself to breathe, shuddering with each breath.

Suddenly she screamed, and I saw more blood come from her stomach.

My eyes widened.

Jade yelped, screaming at me to look away.

But I couldn't.

It was like when a dog is focused on you, then hears a noise, and until they give up, that's all they pay attention to.

Finally I yanked my gaze away and looked at Cat.

Her face was contorted in pain; she kept screaming.

Jade tried to hum, but Cat was too distracted.

She gripped our hands until her knuckles turned white.

I heard sirens. "C-Cat, stay strong… The ambulance is coming."

She barely smiled before bringing my head to her face, kissing my cheek.

"Robbie… I don't think they can help me now."

"No…" I whispered, trying to make myself not believe.

But it was happening.

Cat was dying.

"No…" Jade echoed me, sobbing in Cat's chest.

Cat kept her grip on both of our hands.

"Robbie- (heave)-, come here." Cat ordered.

I obeyed her quiet words, coming to her face.

She grabbed my cheek and pushed me against her.

I could tell she was trying to get everything she ever needed and hoped for from me before she left.

Cat's lips molded against mine, and I could barely hear the sirens anymore.

Right when she backed away she spoke. "Jadey… I love you… Rob, I love you… so, so much."

I smile a little. "I love you too Cat."

"Can I tell you a secret?" She gently echoed my words from the CowWow almost two years ago.

"Y-yes Cat?" I asked, choking on my tears.

She motioned for me to come closer.

"I think you're swell too." Cat said, beaming.

Then she gasped for her air, and Jade screamed, clutching her hand.

"CAT!" We screamed bloody murder.

Which, sadly, was very ironic.

I blinked and Jade rose her head enough to speak.

"She… her heart… It stopped beating." She said quietly, looking like a child lost in a store, looking for their parents.

I leaned my head on Cat's chest.

Jade was right.

Cat was gone.

Her soul, her heart, her body, her spirit…

Gone.

...~...

I looked at Jade, who sobbed loudly, shaking Cat's lifeless hand, begging for her to come back.

But as I looked for Cat's warm brown eyes and was met with delicate eyelids, the truth surfaced.

She was dead.

I choked on my sobs for the amazing redhead that I would never see again.

...~...

The paramedics came rushing, but they could see our sad, lifeless faces and tell that they were too late.

They tried to put her on a gurney but Jade scared the living shit out of them and begged for time with her first.

Confused and scared, they nodded and let us stay with the now-deceased sweetheart of a teen.

...~...

We spent the next hour hugging her, each other… because anything we could still hold onto… Gone.

I… couldn't accept it.

She was dead but I wouldn't believe it.

When I clutched her hand it didn't squeeze back like normal, and I came to terms again.

Cat… I'd never see her again.

Her.

Her smile, her hair, her laugh, her eyes…

It was all ripped away from me by a cold-hearted asshole that didn't care about raping and killing a barely-seventeen-year-old sweetheart.

Only now do I realize that I'm crying again.

It's only been a week since it happened.

They haven't even planned the funeral.

Mainly because her parents were cruel and her brother has too many mental problems to comprehend that she's dead.

She was never there anyways.

Mostly stayed with Jade.

I take out my phone, and go to my camera pictures.

It's still there.

It was taken a week before she died.

Cat had somehow slid into my lap, arms around my neck while we were listening to Beck tell a story.

Andre had left his phone at home and was playing games on mine, but then Jade saw an "opportunity", as she called it, and snapped the picture.

I take in every detail.

But it isn't enough.

I… I can't do this.

She was the only thing keeping me sane.

I knew everyone thought I was the weird, messed up teen in our group that carried a puppet.

Even though Rex was let go a long time ago.

He's in a box right now.

She didn't think that though.

She never did.

Jade and I have been excused from school for mourning for I don't know how long.

Tori and Trina for a week.

Beck and Andre for two.

…We're still counting.

Suddenly I feel a pair of eyes on me.

I whip my head around.

No one's there.

I'm in my room.

Only my mom could've come up here.

My dad's at work.

"Hey mom?" I yell.

"What?" I hear her come up the stairs.

"N-nothing I thought you left." I lie.

"Oh okay. Let me know if you… need anything." She says awkwardly before running back downstairs.

Ever since Cat died she's been nervous around me.

Like I'll scream at her when she enters the room.

...~...

I blink my eyes open to darkness.

That's what I've been doing since her death.

Falling in and out of consciousness, barely managing living.

I glance at the clock.

3:39 AM.

I sigh, looking at the ceiling as if it'll give me answers.

I wish Cat was here.

When everyone made me unbearably mad, she'd hug me and give me an adorable smile that would make forget all of the jerks.

The tears come back.

Faster and stronger.

I sigh, leaning my head back as I realize what's happening.

I used to be falling, and she'd give me her hand to hold onto… She'd bring me back up.

Now I'm holding onto nothing.

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