𝖬𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 | 𝖲𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅

Empty green eyes pt. 26

Dean- 29
Sam- 26
Meredith- 18

This chapter contains talk of drug addiction, language, and sexual trauma. please read with discretion.

For the most part, the first day and a half back with her family wasn't as difficult as she had thought it to be. She was high off of adrenaline, anxiety sparking like a live virus that kept her from going off the deep end and on the tips of her toes. She dreaded it, though, because she knew the feeling wouldn't last, as well as everyone else. It seemed to be a waiting game, really.

Stefan stayed by her side, occasionally squeezing her hand or offering a dirty joke to try and lighten the mood. His anger for Sam hadn't exactly diminished, but he knew he had to keep his temper in check. Sam wasn't exactly absent from the situation, rather ghosting. He was often afraid of over stepping a boundary with his sister, afraid his help with her wouldn't be needed. He knew that it wasn't the case, but his guilt would be something that wouldn't ever leave him. Dean did what he always did, which was keep in control of the situation. He kept her fed, or at least, tried to. He tried to make her comfortable, make the best out of the situation they were in, which was a terribly difficult act.

Meredith, like mentioned before, waited. She paced, all day she made trails in the floor as she bit her nails, cracked her knuckles and sniffled as she ignored the pairs of eyes that wouldn't seem to leave her. She didn't feel sick, though, which scared her, because she knew it would soon hit her full swing. She was embarrassed constantly, felt like a child who couldn't be left alone. And, as much as she wished for the silence, she was afraid of what she would do.

She also felt guilty, guilty for what had previously been between her legs. With every look she gave Stefan, she wondered what he would think of it. She didn't care what her brothers thought, whether she whored herself around or not was none of their business. But he, she did care about.

Her pain wasn't that terrible anymore, the pain in her lower stomach, but she had grown accustomed to it. She didn't think much about Joey, yet, or the words he had spoken to her. They had convinced her to get help, that she did appreciate, though.

It was dark in the panic room, nothing but the glow of a staticky television and a flickering lamp. Stefan laid asleep on the nearby cot, dust boots dangling off the side of the bed as he lightly snored. Her brothers, were somewhere upstairs supposedly sleeping, but she knew most likely they were sleeping in shifts. She didn't blame them, given the situation.

Her knees bounced as she sat on the floor, eyes focused so hard on the screen they burned red. She could feel it now, her body beginning to switch over. It was small, discreet, but she could feel it. It was some National Geographic special on, and before her, ocean waves crashed as great whites and seals fought for the dominating chance for food.

To a sensitive heart, that act of nature was cruel. Meredith didn't find it that way, it just was the way it should be. She didn't even think her eyes were registering what was on the screen, yet her mind seemed to. The ticking of the nearby clock could no longer be heard, only the water in front of her.

As she violently chewed away her fingers, the orbs of her eyes flashed as the sharks tore their teeth into the skin of the grey skills, and she could practically feel the water splash against her skin. Oh, how she wished for that. To be far away out in the middle of the ocean, all alone and isolated, free from the bothersome nature of the the other inhabitants of the world. She wished to be cleansed by the cold, blue and salty water, to the point where she froze to death.

She figured that what she saw on the screen was really no different to human life. There were hunters, and there were prey, and it had been that way since the dawn of time. Sometimes though, she wondered what she was. Of course, that was silly. She knew what she was, she was a hunter. However, what did she want to be. Did she want to continue to be the strong, confident hunter she always had been? Was there even still a chance for that? Could she really go back to the way things had been before, even after being viciously attacked by the world's great white sharks?