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Chapter 7 - What's behind door number 2

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Chapter 7 – What's behind door number 2

Jade's POV

Ever since my efforts to find a person looking for a roommate had failed, I had slowly fallen into a deep depression. It wasn't merely a lack of luck in finding a room that did it. It was a whole bunch of things all at once. My career as an actor had gone nowhere, I had a horrible job, I lived on the couch of a person who seemed to hate me, yet didn't want me to leave, plus I was still having a hard time struggling with my co-dependent tendencies. Feeling as miserable as I was, moving back with Beck was starting to look good.

I was also missing Tori. Not the angry bitter Tori, who I see day after day. The old Tori. As much as I hated it then, she was a friend, someone who enjoyed making people smile. I haven't seen her in 3 years, since I betrayed her.

It was evening and I was lying on the couch, in a depressed stupor, binge watching 1970's episodes of Lets make a deal, on the game show network. I was too depressed to care about the fact that the show was stupid and had stupid people, wearing stupid costumes on it.

But I simply didn't care, my life was in ruins and there was pretty much nothing I could do about it. Life itself felt increasingly pointless and hope seemed to have escaped me.

I had lamented that out loud while watching Television. I even began to wonder who long it would take me to freeze to death without a coat. That thought passed quickly, but I'd been having more and more of them.

I had reached a low point and once again turned by attention on the ancient TV show.

"So, do you want the AM/FM stereo system or what's behind door number 2" Announced the host, to the contestant, who was a woman dressed as a box of tide.

The woman all of a sudden looked like she couldn't make up her mind to save her life, which for some reason irked the shit out of me.

"Jesus friggen Christ, the stereo's got quadraphonic sound, turntable and a built in 8-track cassette player. Take the stereo, you stupid cow."

All of a sudden, she blurts out door number 2 and the door opens to reveal a bag of goat feed, meaning she's lost.  On that show, when you pick the wrong door, you get something of little or no use.  

"Idiot. Now we're both losers, you don't have that groovy stereo with the 8-track tape player and I don't have a fucking life. At least you'll get the year's supply of Turtle wax, along with a shitload of Rice A Roni."

"Jade?"

It was Tori's voice that I had heard. Surprised, it abruptly broke me out of my stupor, as Tori rarely came out of her room after she entered it for the evening. I could only imagine what she wanted and I suddenly felt just a bit more depressed.

"I'm making lasagna tomorrow night, with Salad. Would you please help me, it will go faster then."

Now I was even more surprised and very confused; Tori had never so much as once asked for my help. She also had refused my help any food I made or bought. Now all of a sudden, she wanted my help making dinner.

"Ok" I said with a nod.

Before I could even ask why, Tori said "Thank you, goodnight," Then vanished into her room.

It was a strange turn of events indeed. But I quickly cautioned myself not to read too much into it. Perhaps she merely wanted some extra help for once and that was that. I shouldn't expect much.