The Art Of Hiding Your Death

Chapter Three: Managing, Coping, And Losing Your Mind?

 Disclaimer: This is an Originals fan fiction and I do not own any the Originals/ TVD. This story though, and specific characters are my own. Any characters that are my own shall be specified, otherwise, I do not own them.

10:30 PM, Saturday

Mikaelson Mansion

I think I have thoroughly emptied my body of tears. I don't think there are anymore fluids inside of me except for blood. Curled up underneath a mountain of blankets, watching the mug of drunken blood on my nightstand, I am numb. I don't feel any sadness, any pain, any anger, in fact, I probably seem like I have turned off my humanity. The steady clicking of my clock on the wall and the voices of my family downstairs are the only things that are keeping me on Earth right now. Other than that, I am drifting. And I can't go to sleep either, because then, I would miss the argument going on downstairs that is deciding my fate. Even though I am pretty sure that I know the answer, I still want confirmation. Their voices drift up through the floors and I listen intently, pushing my heavy exhaustion away.

"Why didn't you tell us Elijah?" Auntie Bexs.

"She asked me not to, and I could tell she was barely holding it in! I didn't want to push her over the edge!" Uncle Elijah

"Well she's definitely fallen off it now, hasn't she?" Uncle Kol, then a long sigh that I can tell is from Uncle Elijah.

"Well does she still have her magic?" Aunt Freya.

"How can you think about her magic?! She just went hysterical!" Mom.

"Not to mention the fact that she is a hybrid now!" Uncle Kol.

"Yes. I believe the solution to our problems, for the time being, is right in front of us." Dad.

"And what would that be, Brother?" Uncle Elijah.

"We keep her here, she isn't allowed to go out until we know everything, we figure out how to keep her safe and until she gets everything under control." Dad.

"Niklaus." Aunt Freya's warning tone.

"No, Freya! She was murdered. She activated her curse. She lost control tonight. Not to mention that we have no idea who killed her, and how to keep her safe. Everything is unknown right now. Until we have everything under control, she is kept here. It isn't up for discussion." Dad.

"Nik, you know she won't like this." Auntie Bexs.

"No! I refuse to let up about this. I am prepared for her to fight tooth and nail about this if need be, so that is why I all need you to stand with me. Put up the boundary spell, now Freya." I shut off my super hearing and roll over. That's it then, my fate is sealed, exactly how I thought it would turn out.

Left alone with only my thoughts for comfort, I reflect on what happened throughout the day. My family finding me sobbing and laughing, completely unhinged. I couldn't utter words, I could barely move, and I barely felt it as Dad picked me up and cradled me tight to his chest, and then flashed home with Mom, while the rest of the family stayed behind to clean up the very obvious and bloody murder. He transferred me to Mom's arms when we got inside, and she carried me upstairs, holding me, and then washing off my face and neck like she used to when I was a kid. Then, she tucked me under mountain of blankets, and gave me a cup of warm blood, which had been sitting alone on my nightstand. Nothing else was said between us, she just hold me close while I continued to sob with fervour. At least I had stopped laughing maniacally. Finally, when I was faking sleep (which I knew she could see right through), she took that as her cue to exit. And then I fell into the ethereal plane of nothingness with only the conversation downstairs and the tick tock on my clock to keep my body from floating away. But now, now that my fate has been decided, I let myself become completely unhinged from the world, and drift off into complete and utter numbness.