𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 | ❝Tell the wolves I'm home.❞
Rhea Lockwood never really believed in the supernatural. She was often seen as a realist and usually laughed whenever someone brought up the possibility of it ever occurring in her s...
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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 ミ★ ( something wicked, act one ) ★彡
It's safe to say that Rhea Lockwood wasn't handling her first kill very well. While she often thought about the act of killing someone when they were being irritable, she never really thought she would ever act on those thoughts. She's a murderer now—she's taken someone's life. The worst part of it all was that she has no idea who her victim was; she didn't know his name; if he had a family that Liz had to inform of his death; or anything about him, really. It's fucked up, but she wants to send her condolences to whoever she can even though the guy was about to assault her in her own home.
She's barely exited her room the last few days as she tries to overcome the shock of what happened at the masquerade ball, and the fact that she killed someone. She's not afraid she'll go to prison since it was self defence and her mom hired a really good lawyer, but she knows she'll never be the same. Her mindset will forever be altered after she's played God—not that she thinks she likes this feeling and will continue doing it, but because the pressure on her shoulders should've been tremendous and she didn't even think twice about her decision in the moment when she decided to kill him. She became someone else in that moment and she doesn't want to be that version of herself again.
Her room remained dark with the curtains closed and her duvet cocooning her on her bed while she laid on her side, staring blankly at the wall. She hasn't left it and only continued to rot away in her room until her depression withered away. She doesn't think it ever will after going through something like that, but it's the thought that counts. She can't look at herself in the mirror because she feels if she does that she won't recognise herself anymore, or she'll picture herself covered in blood like she does her hands.
Tyler had coincidentally triggered his own curse in one of their study rooms at the same time as her. It was an accident—Sarah had tried to kill Tyler and he had pushed her off of him after she stabbed him in self defence, and she had slipped and hit her head on the corner of the table; killing her instantly. It should've been impossible and it seemed as if it were planned for the twins to trigger their curses at the same time as each other.
"Please talk to me." Her mom begged her from beside her bed, "Please, Rhea. What happened?" Her mom has been trying to get her to talk about what happened for days now. She doesn't know much besides the obvious that she killed someone, but she isn't sure of the finer details, and the lawyer won't tell her either since she's no longer a minor.
She had been avoiding going to school and seeing anyone although Tyler had been. He said there were murals and people had decorated Sarah's locker to commemorate her, and even he had begun to notice how different he felt and that Caroline had a secret of her own. After the secrets and lies coming to light, she needed time to gather her thoughts and thought it was best she stayed in the safety of her room before she tried to join the public eye again.
