I Guess You're Not THAT Bad | HIZZIE

Chapter 3 - 'Everything is Better Now'

Hopes POV
           It has been a day since Lizzie had barged in here, with her shitty plans to 'fix me' and her even shittier way of going about them. Jed? Really? Anyways, it's not like I've had to confront her about it or anything. I haven't left my room there's no way I'd be able to. I don't know what she was thinking but whatever it was surely hasn't helped. I just feel like I'm sinking further and further into this pit of dread and loneliness, begging for someone, anyone to reach out and save me, and all I get is Lizzie saltzman laughing at my misery.
           All I have is the fact that I was born. Without it, I'm nothing. My birthright is all that's left. Maybe I should just do it now. Activate my tribrid abilities. Would it really matter? Would anyone really care. Probably not. Still, I don't think I have the guts to do to, 'cause once I do there's nothing stopping me from turning my humanity off, and I don't think I'd be strong enough right now to have any willpower against that.
God dammit! This is embarrassing! I am THE Hope Mikaelson! Tribrid! This is not how I should act, not how I deserve to act. Speaking of acts, I need to clean up mine. Lizzie's right. It's depressing in here. I finally have opened my eyes and honestly, I'm surprised Lizzie didn't comment more about my rooms condition. Barely started painting scattered around the room, unfinished homework piling off my desk and into my unzipped backpack, with binders and folders falling out.
I can't stand it anymore! I refuse to! As much as I hate to admit it, Lizzie's right. I start picking up my room. After a couple of hours I'm barely halfway done. Dear god, this is going to take forever.
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3rd Person
Knock knock knock
          "Come in!"
          That evening, as Hope had anticipated Lizzie came to her door again, searching for forgiveness and recollection. Luckily for her, she was going to get it.
          "Hey, I just wanted to see-" she was cut off by the sight of hopes room. Hope was proud, she had done a pretty good job hadn't she. With clean bedsheets, an organized desk, and a fresh shower the room (and Hope) looked as good as new. As much as she was trying Lizzie couldn't really hide her relief.
          "Well... this is unexpected"  trying her best to remain snarky, Lizzie inspects the room, even going so far as to check underneath the bed for stuff stuffed under, not that she'd find anything.
          "I just... felt like it was time, ya know. And you were right, Landon wouldn't want me to be a depressing basket case." As much as it pained her to say, she knew it had to be done. She didn't have to fully be moved on, but that was how it had to appear. She couldn't burden her friends, burden Lizzie with her air of sadness all the time. It was dragging them down, and even if they didn't know it, or couldn't recognize it she could as clear as day.
          "Well that's great hope! I'm really happy for you!" This was honestly going a little better than Lizzie had hoped, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Before she can comment any further, her phone buzzes. "I have to go, daddy wants me, but this is great. Now I won't have to deal with your sad self all day! Oh, just wait till I tell Josie, the gang and her will be thrilled too!"
          As she closes the door and skips off, one tear falls down hopes cheek this is what you wanted, she thinks, now you're not a burden anymore. Still, a part of her feels like she's going to miss seeing Lizzie sprouts so often. They never used to talk this much, but that all changed since... well... you know what.
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Hope POV 
         I'm not okay. I've been wolfing out a lot more lately, my tempers been shortened to almost nothing but I can't do anything about it. If I do, someone will notice and everything I've been doing for the last sixth of a year will be for nothing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not doing it for them, but everything's a lot easier when people aren't fretting over your every move. I've begun thinking about being the tribrid again. I know that my reasons aren't as pure as I tell people. I KNOW that I should tell someone. But I can't. I always talked to Landon about stuff like this, and he's... well he certainly isn't an option anymore now is he.
          I've been going longer without sleeping. At most I'm getting 4 hours of sleep twice a week. My magic is weakening. I have to stop that. Only so many energy potions are going to help. I'm pretty sure I've cornered the market for the whole school just in the past week. I've been working on making my own, Penelope's starting to give me weird looks when I buy so much off her at once. One time she even commented on it, asking, "ya know Mikaelson, if you needed help staying awake, I'm sure there are certain activities we can do." I just rolled my eyes and went on with my day.
         Todays just worse because I don't have any potions with me. Penny's clean out, and she's my only supplier. So here I am standing in a forest preparing to wolf out. That is until I see a far miliar patch of curly black hair in my peripheral vision. I KNOW that hair. I spin quickly to get a better look, and there  right in front of me is Landon. I'm speechless. It takes a while, but I'm finally able to sus something, "Landon? Is... is that.. really you?" Trying the best to keep the Hope out of my voice. "Of course hope... of course it's me" he grins giving her that patented Landon Kirby smile while stretching his arms out, ready for a hug. Hesitating before taking a step forward, for a moment I realize that this is too good to be true, but I shove that deep deep down and take a step towards him. That's when it all goes to shit.
          His face contorts and he becomes half Malivore, his skin even resembling the same consistency and even color at some parts. Then he starts melting, as blood seeps out of every place it physically can. He's still inching toward me. He's only a few feet away now, and that's when he decides to talk, "except it can't be me, can it hope? Because... you... killed... me."
          I can't take it anymore I Tun up to attack him, but I go straight through. When I turn back, he's gone. Fuck! What's wrong with me? Though I don't need anyone else to answer I know I'm crazy.
          That's when the lights start to flicker, and I know I have to leave the school, it's not safe for everyone else. I quickly use wolf speed to get into the forest and once everyone's protected I can help but want to scream. But all my wolf side wants to do is run. That's okay, I've got time. We can do both. Start with the screaming though.
          The only problem is once I started, o couldn't stop. Screaming and screaming, trying to let it all out, made me realize his much I was holding in. I can't tell how much time has passed, but I can't stop until I run out of all my air. I collapse to the ground, a crying mess.
          It felt like it was never going to stop. That is until I felt two arms wrap around me , holding me like they'd never let go. Soft, gentle, kind. I was too tired to do anything else though, and right as they helped me stop crying, I immediately fell asleep.