𝖬𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 | 𝖲𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅

Empty Green Eyes pt. 27

Dean- 29
Sam- 26
Meredith- 18

This chapter deals with addiction, sexual trauma, thoughts of death and language. please read with discretion.

This moment here. This one, was the most humiliating moment of her life. More humiliating when she told her dad she had gotten her period. More humiliating than having her older brother find her diary entry about how her eight year old self that Gilligan from Gilligan's Island was attractive. No, those stood no chance against this one.

She wasn't even upset really, just pissed off. She was sick to her stomach, shaking and sweating. But, having people wait on her to finish using the bathroom really took the cake. It was early that following morning. Meredith couldn't sleep for shit, so neither could anyone else. Her knee bounced as she peed, face burning red from embarrassment. She understood why she needed a chaperone, given the circumstances. Still, she figured she had a right to be irritated.

She sniffled dryly as she finished up, washing her hands longer than she needed to. She was growing increasingly bored downstairs, also incredibly irritable. Everyone, including Meredith, found it odd that she had been doing so well. And maybe that was a stretch, because she wasn't exactly doing very well. But, better than expected. She wasn't having seizures or breaking down, attempting to sneak out or beg for a hit. No, none of that. She was snappy, and it had started in bright and early.

She was trying her hardest not to let it out on them, because she knew they didn't deserve it. This was all of her own doing, but that didn't make it any easier to except. She braced herself against the counter as water dripped from her face, and she eyes her features that looked different to what she had been used too. God, no wonder her family was a nervous wreck. She looked more haunting than any other ghost or ghoul that had yet to encounter.

She was confused by her feelings though, because they were much harder to understand than what she had anticipated. She felt extremely...uncomfortable. She knew that was surely a side effect, but she also knew there wasn't something else to it. She didn't feel comfortable in her home, nor the bed she was sleeping in. She wasn't afraid, really, but she felt on guard and couldn't relax. She kept her mouth shut, though, not wanting everyone to think that she was complaining. She was just anxious.

Sam and Dead stayed along the sidelines of her bathroom break, after the middle child had explained that they didn't need to be right outside the door. Stefan, however, greeted Meredith with a smile when she opened the door. "Feel better?" He smirked. "I told you I could have brought you a bucket."

She looked up to his eyes, blinking quickly as she tried to smile. Her gaze turned to the window behind him, and she wanted to scream at how good the beams of sun felt as the hit her face. She scrunched her face up, not being used to the light as she hummed.

"Sam." Dean whispered from the other room, raising slowly from his seat at the couch.

Putting down his book that he was pretending to read, his eyes went to his sister, who looked like she yearned for the freedoms of the world. She didn't even realize everyone was looking at her, being so caught up in the sun. "If she-"

"No, Dean, she's fine." Sam shushed him. "Just give her a second, she's been in that basement for three days."

She relished in how good the sun felt, even if she was across the room. "You ready?" She jumped when her oldest brother came into her vision, and she swallowed roughly to keep from vomiting. It was extremely hard to not be angry at him, or be angry in general.

She didn't answer him, and ignored the burning eyes on her as she turned back around. Sam watched as they disappeared down the stairs, and gave a sad sigh as he looked back to Stefan. "Has she said much to you?"