𝖬𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 | 𝖲𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅

empty green eyes pt.16

Dean-29
Sam-26
Meredith-18

Warning: drug addiction, slight sexual content, and hints at an overdose. please read with discretion.

Stefan didn't know how long they had been sitting out there, but he didn't care. He continued to hold her as she cried against him. His knees hurt and he was cold, but he had no plans of getting up. His arm was wrapped tightly around her waist and his hand was buried in her hair, holding her head. He had so many questions running through his mind. They were practically screaming to be let out and he wondered if she could hear them. She had made it very clear that she didn't want to see him. So, what had caused her to show up on his porch late at night?

Had she finally heard from Sam? The thought alone sent anger radiating through him. Anytime he thought of Sam he had to fight the urge to hunt him down and break his nose. Bobby had kept him mostly in the dark when it came to Meredith, despite how much he demanded, but he didn't need anyone to tell him what it had done to her.

He could physically see it.

She wasn't as hysterical as she had been when she arrived, but her sobs were loud and riddled with pain. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay." He continued quietly, rocking her slowly.

She gripped his shirt in her hands and cried shamelessly, letting her dark thoughts twist her young mind. She felt so sad. So, so sad. And she hurt. Her entire lower region was ignited with pain from Joey's exploration of her. She let out another wincing sob as she thought of it.

What would Stefan think of her if he knew?

Despise you.

Hate you.

Leave you.

Just like Sam and Dean.

She opened her eyes at the thought. Sam and Dean. Oh, God what was she doing? They were probably worried sick about her. She was ruining this. She had a plan and she was fucking ruining this. She let out a whimper and pulled away from him. "No, I- I can't do t-this." She cried, gasping for breath.

He put his hands on her face, his thumbs brushing her cheeks. "Breathe. Shh, just breathe." He instructed her.

She let out another pained cry and shook her head. "I can't-" She stuttered. She wanted to sit there and continue to cry in his arms, but she couldn't. She needed to get back to Sam and Dean. She took a deep, choppy, breath and stood up on shaky legs. He followed her.

"Meredith, you need to sit down." He said gripping her elbows. Was she going to leave? No, he wasn't ready yet. She had just got there. "Talk to me. Tell me what happened." He asked her. His eyes were soft and the concern they held for the girl went deeper than the ocean.

Her cries worsened and she pulled out of his grip. "No- I-" She didn't finish her sentence. She abruptly turned around and headed for her car, searching in her pocket for her keys with shaky fingers.

"Meredith! Meredith, wait!" She felt a tug on her shoulder and she turned around in a panic. "Stop it!" She shrieked and stumbled away from him. He looked confused and stepped closer. "Meredith let me-" She let out a strained sob and stumbled over her feet. "Stop touching me!" Her arms hugged her small waist.

Her appearance was alarming. She looked scared of him. It felt like a knife to his chest. The moonlight illuminated her skin and he looked at her. Really looked at her. Her skin that had once been kissed by the sun was now pale and cold. Her lips were dented with teeth marks and small, pomegranate colored bruises lingered from were she assaulted them. Her small, dainty hands were skeletal and her finger nails were almost nonexistent. Blood was dried around the edges from where she bit too low. Her hair, still as wild as ever, seemed to have lost it's color. It's life. His frown increased deeper. He loved her hair. Her shirt was exposing her shoulder and he could see her collarbone. It looked as if one wrong move would send the bone slicing through her delicate skin.