regret

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hope's POV
i ran over to aunt davina. my heart sunk. i had no idea what i was doing and why i was doing it. i just murdered my aunt davina. i dont want to deal with that confrontation. i put my two fingers on her neck to check for a pulse. nothing.

i was terrified. i looked over and saw damon salvatore lying on the floor too. i know he is going to wake up, but my real concern is; what were they doing together down here in the first place?

i wasn't dealing with the fact that i killed her. i cant live with that, and then again, i cant tell my parents either. "josie?" i knocked on her door. "hey hope, what's up?" she softly replied. "uh, i know this will sound weird but how well can you dispose of a body?"

josie's POV
i was startled. i had never gotten rid of a body before. my mom did that all for me. i didn't know what to think. "jesus hope! what happened." i looked at hope. "i was in rage, okay? i didn't know what i was doing." she whispered. "it's okay. i'll help."

klaus' POV
i jotted awake. "the bloody hell?" i muttered to myself. i looked up to see hope. "dad.. it's okay." her soft voice said. "hope! what's going on?" i raised my voice in a type of fear. "dad it's okay. you're safe now." hope reasoned. "klaus!" hayley entered the room. hope looked up, startled.

"where the hell were you? we are planning a funeral for your brother! you need to be present." hayley explained. i was still attempting to reason with this.

the day of the funeral
no one's POV
the funeral day had arrived. there was a sense of longing in the air. a type of despair. everyone had tears in their eyes.

hope's POV
"it was a beautiful service." lizzie came up to me. "hearing that from you makes it more special." i smiles slightly. lizzie gently smiled back and then went back to rafael. "hey dad, are you okay?" i softly said. my dad looked at me. he had a few tears that he wasn't shedding. "yes, hope." he gently smiled. "okay, i was just checking. today's one of those days." i replied before heading off to find josie.

josie wasn't there at the after party. i felt a sense of regret. i shouldn't have asked her to help get rid of a body. she was probably new to all of that. i really screwed up this time.

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