𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗡𝗢𝗪, 𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗙𝗙 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗥. Faye just sits there blunt in hand. Trying to forget everything that has happened since her parents died. Since she almost died. Maybe Elena was right, maybe it was her fault they were dead. Maybe the witches should have killed her instead of just murdering her baby and leaving her like this, broken. She has lost so much. Her parents, her sister. Her baby, Jackson. Her happiness. Even Nik. She's missed him, he was there when she lost Jackson. He stayed with her and kept her face, he was the only person who knew about her baby and how she lost him. He loved her just as much as Elijah did, probably more. He saved her life so many times. From others and even her self.
𝘍𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘏𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒-
𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘, 𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗧, 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗟𝗬 𝗗𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚. She had done a spell to stop her healing long enough so she could die. She was in so much pain physically and mentally. It was a exactly a month since her and Jackson decided to end things. They were both just in so much pain and being with each other, the reminder of what the could of had. The life they could of had, killed them. To the point to where every bad emotions she had ever felt she came crashing down on her all at once.
So there she was, leaning against the wall of the bathroom. Stab wound in her stomach, knife in hand. Coughing up blood every now and then. Eyes slowly starting to feel heavy and heavy with the more blood she lost. As she cried silent tears, not from the pain of the stab wound from every horrific or horrible thing and thought she has ever had.
She could remember slowly starting to drown, water filling her lungs as her organs started to shut down. She could remember the wipes growing down on her back and she screamed in pain. She remembered the pain of her baby dying as the witches left she tied up in the tomb leaving her to rot. She remembers the pain of every single bone in her body breaking over and over again. She remembered her sister calling her telling her that her parents death was her fault. She remembers the happiness she had being stripped away from her. She remembered the comments, her sister calling her a, 'whore' 'slut' 'fat' everything she ever thought about herself being thrown in he face. She remembers the whispers of the witches calling her an abomination. She remembers the pain she got when she looked at Jackson and seeing what they could have had, the life —
Faye is cut out of her thoughts by yelling in the next room over, "Faye, I'm taking you out tonight. You need to be happy, even if it's just for a couple hours." When she doesn't reply they yell out again.
"Faye?!" The voice yells out to her.
She can hear keys being put down but she doesn't bother paying attention. As she is hoping to bleed out faster.
As she lays there dying the bathroom door is literally, pulled off its hinges. She doesn't bother to look up as they run over to her side.
He sees her, he smelled the blood. He knew. He rushes to her side trying to keep her awake wondering why's he isn't healing, "Faye?! What have you done? You can't die, come on little wolf —." He cuts himself off by hitting into his wrist and putting it to her lips.
Faye tries to push him wrist away from her, wanting to die. But Nik doesn't give up, forcing his blood down her system as she starts cry again.
"Why did you do that — Nik? I wanna die, I have nothing left. Didn't you see the DNR, why —" she cuts herself off with a sob as he brings her into side hugging as if he let her go she would leave him.
"— you mean to much to me, little wolf." He mumbles as she cries him holding her in his arms as she leans into his chest.
He pulls her closer taking her hand in his as she lays on she chest slowly starting to gain the littlest bit of colour. He brings her hand up to his kissing it softly continuing to hold it to his face and slide tears stream down his face.
