Die For You

Chapter 4

A/N: Before you start reading this, I just want to thank you for clicking on my story; this is my favourite fanfiction that I've wrote (and ironically the least popular of my Victorious ones). I beg of you, please review, it means the world to me.

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Exhausted, Tori collapsed onto the sofa, her legs and arms sprawled in every direction. She lay there for an hour, having no intention of moving until the morning came. Suddenly, Tori was overwhelmed with a sadness, and she couldn't quite fathom why it was there. She's just gotten her casts removed so she should be happy, right?

Sitting up, Tori rubbed her aching joints, still a bit sore from her injuries. Now she remembers.

Not enough of a risk taker am I? She thought as she recalled the events of some weeks ago. I'll show them… Tori eyed the glass of wine and wine bottle her Mom had left on the table. She staggered over to the table and picked up the glass hesitantly.

Before she could change her mind, Tori thrust the glass to her lips, downing the wine as if it were a shot. Immediately, Tori coughed and sputtered as she clutched her throat, the liquid burning it; but as she did so, her grip released on the glass and fell to the floor, making a shattering, discord sound.

The teenager whipped around, expecting to see her Mom, or Dad, or Trina charge down the stairs. As moments passed by without a sound, she remembered she was alone tonight. Her sister was on a school trip, her Mom had gone out to dinner with a friend of her father's, and her Dad had gotten an emergency call and had to head to work.

Tori breathed a sigh of relief. She looked down at the shards of glass, the reflection spread out on each individual fragment, as if she too had shattered. Her fingers wrapped around the bottle. This time, she took a small sip. Then another. And another. Tori mused at how much she actually liked the beverage now. It tasted good. Strange,- certainly an acquired taste- but good.

An a hour and a half later, Tori had drank not one, but two bottles of wine, and had started her third. Ha, Mom and Dad reeaallyy need to hide these better she thought. She felt exhilarated. It felt so good yet so bad. She was buzzing with excitement; she couldn't believe what she'd done. If she wasn't so drunk, she'd regret it- but drunk Tori was loving her new risk taking persona.

And she wasn't going to stop there.

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Dressed up, make-up slathered on, another glug of wine taken: Tori was ready. Ready to head out into the night, with no sense whatsoever. She knew what havoc a person could cause when they're drunk. Tonight is gonna be fun... Tori smirked to herself.

Just as she was going to head for the door, a bejewelled masquerade mask on her dressing table caught her eye. It was for a new play Tori was auditioning for that Sikowitz got her, after Tori didn't get the role in the last play she'd auditioned for. She'd been specifically told not to wear the mask outside her house or school.

She snatched the mask off the dresser and put it on.

The night sky was pitch black; the darkness masking the mischievous grin spreading across Tori's fine features. Her drunken manner was not helping her gait, and her voice was rich with alcohol; you wouldn't have known it was Tori.

She practically fell through the door when she arrived at her destination.

Karaoke Dokie.

The blue and purple hued disco lights from inside illuminated the entrance. It was alight with even more little lights dotted around the room. Before going through to the main area, she checked herself out in a mirror hung on a wall, admiring the black, strapless mini dress and black heels which she had taken from her Mom's closet.