A dreaded choice Hosie and Hizzie

Earned it

TW: This chapter contains themes of suicide and self harm... if you are sensitive to that i recommend skipping, your mental health is more important!, The next chapter will explain it all roughly what happened.

We both end up getting out the bath and i come to realise i can't do this... theres too many risks... too lesser reward, sure... it'd solve the whole 'I'm immortal' issue... but realistically could i even be with Lizzie forever? 

"I can't-... i'm not doing it Lizzie, its too dangerous, plus you'll regret it" I say frantically as i get dressed in some pyjamas ready for the night.

"Okay" Lizzie shortly responds, almost like she was up to something.

"Okay? Are you cool with that?" I ask the girl.

"Yeah" Lizzie shortly responds once more.

She throws on her pyjamas also as she goes to get into her bed, was she in a mood with me? I wasn't going to argue with her on this... it was useless.

I slide into bed as i try fall asleep, I can't sleep no matter what... I hear a small whisper coming from Lizzie. As soon as she said this i fell sound asleep.

I jolt awake about an hour later... to wince at the cut now healing on my hand, Lizzie must've turned the lights on as i look over to see her in the corner with a whiskey glass containing blood... my blood.

"Please tell me that isn't what i think it is" I stand up out of bed as i near her.

The look in her eyes was deadly.

She tilts her head up to look at me, The way she looked at me like she didn't even know me hurt more than you could imagine.

"I think it is" Lizzie giggles maniacly.

"Lizzie... please don'-" I go to step towards her but she cuts me off.

"Don't... don't step any closer" Lizzie's voice quivers.

"Okay... okay... lets put the glass down... rethink this" I try get her to place it down but she doesn't even move... this wasn't her. There was no way she'd do this.

"Don't you see... i'm doing this for you, for us... your issue was 'I'm immortal, you're not... i can change that... i can change it right here right now" Lizzie says crazed.

She wasn't herself i could tell. What had happened to her... what was doing this.

"I don't want this. Lets talk about this... just put it down, please" I beg her, but she doesn't.

"I can't" Lizzie snaps.

The next thing i know Lizzie tilts the glass containing my blood and nears it to her mouth, smiling before tipping it all in as she drinks my blood.

I rush towards her.

"what have you done" I plead with her as i try get her to throw up my blood.

"Relax... i was only joking. I'm not going to die, you won't allow it, i just wanted to see if you'd try stop me" Lizzie turns back into her old self.

I didn't think this was funny at all.

"Fuck you" I say harshly as i rush back towards my bed.

This was a step too far... i wasn't going to hurt her, neither was she- 

That was until i hear a wince coming from the corner once more.

"Hope..." Lizzie says in a surprisingly calm tone, making me instantly feel like something was wrong.

I dash towards the light and see a sight that will haunt me forever.

Tears streaming down Lizzie's face as blood pours from her wrists, huge gashes across them and a sharp pocket knife thrown on the floor.

My hand slaps over my mouth as i rush back towards her trying to cover her wrists up with anything i could as i try feed her my blood, she spits it back out.. what the fuck was up with her.

"I can't" She cries.

What do you mean she can't? Yes she can... and she will. She's not dying on me.

I hoist her whole body up and lay her on her bed as i sit behind her, resting her head in my lap.

"Lizzie what the fuck have you done" I say now tears running down my face as my lip quivers.

She doesn't respond.

I begin to start tapping on her face, i couldn't do anything else... I couldn't help this girl who was dying in my lap.

Her eyes close as i feel her lose herself completely.

She was gone... now i just hoped to fucking god she would open them up.

I sobbed.. i couldn't deal with the fact this had just happened, she wasn't like this.. this wasn't 'Lizzie', sure sometimes she wsa over-dramatic but this wasn't her at all. The way she looked at me like i wasn't even there... that wasn't her.

I just sit there, not daring to move... If it took minutes, Hours or days i'd wait here for her to wake up.

She was fine before the game... even after she was fine... when she came into the bathroom however something did seem off, even covering herself with a towel which doesn't exactly strike me as 'her'...

Something must have happened between the time she saw me after the game... to when she saw me in the room... She collected her trophy... that was it.

My mind scanned through people who would've been there, the stallions, surely none of her teammates would want her dead?

The headteacher... maybe a prefect? 

Then it struck me as my body filled with so much anger and rage that i could've ripped someones head off there and then... Penelope Park.

Many know she'd dabbled in black magic, maybe Lizzie pleading 'i can't' was a cry for help... 

Lizzie had made her feel so low with the whole 'Kneel' thing that she must've lashed out or something... But  would she really go as far as to kill someone? But she didn't... Lizzie did that herself.

It was almost like compulsion for witches.

This wasn't just some snarky remarks, or sleeping with my ex girlfriend... she had hurt the one person right now who i'd give everything for, and she was going to pay.

I was going to kill her. I was going to end the witch with my own two hands, Maybe she'd think twice before crossing a Mikaelson, daughter of Niklaus, who inherited all his rage and anger... revenge was sure sweet.

I waited and waited... just a little eye twitch or a leg movement but hours passed and there was nothing, my ideas of killing Penelope Park was used as a distraction for many, many of those.

All this made me realise i was willing to unleash hell on earth for this girl who lay on my lap... I was willing to invoke the deepest, darkest parts of me... for her. As damn right... I was in love with her.