Transference || TVD

002.5

•The shoulder that the Devil's cry on•

This is why I don't drink. I slept all day. There are still tear tracks of eyeliner on my face. My entire body hurts.

Pulling the hair out of my face, I froze as I walked into the living room. I don't know how we have never met each other when we live in the same house but... I didn't want to meet her like this.

"Rebekah? Are you okay?" She gasped for air as she wiped the tears from her face. She looks like her world's imploding. A feeling I'm starting to be familiar with. "Yes. I'm fine."

Walking over, I sat down on the floor beside her. "I said I'm fine-" "I know." I spoke softly, and gave her a small smile when she looked over to me.

Taking in a deep breath, I moved so I was sitting with my knees to my chest. "We aren't in the same boat, but I think we're in the same ocean. Whatever it is, neither of us want to talk about it." She sniffled, looking away to the fireplace.

"And neither of us have people who would, or could comfort us through whatever it is. But, I happen to have an extensive DVD collection and many flavors of ice cream-" She laughed as she wiped more tears away.

When she looked to me, I gave her a small smile. "Why are you being nice to me?" I knew what she meant. All my friends and family hate her and want to kill her brother.

Rubbing my nose, I looked over to the fireplace. "I got... A subdural hematoma and a broken arm the first time I met your brother. That hurt. But... In a way, it was practically the highlight of my year." At that, she scoffed. Looking back to her, I smiled.

"I would take that over what's happening now. Because that could be healed. I think we both can see that whatever is going on now, can't be healed. And..."

She stared up at me as I stood. "Everyone I love may think your family is evil. But..." I sighed. "I don't know. I guess if I knew you, I think i would prefer having you as a sister over... Being a Salvatore. Because the people that call others evil with exceptions only for themselves are people I hate more than anything. So.."

Taking in a deep breath, I held my hand out. "Let's watch some movies, eat some ice cream and we can pretend to be normal teenage girls for a night. Maybe forget for just a night who we and our families are." Rebekah hesitated for a minute, before grabbing my hand.

As she stood, she wiped away a tear. "Your friend Elena just told me my brother killed our mother." Not knowing what else to do, I pulled Rebekah into a hug.

Feeling a tear slide down my face, I tried to smile. "Something happened last night and... The familiarity makes me scared that when I was young I may have been the one to kill my mother." At first she didn't react.

But then she started to hug me back. "If it really was your fault she died, your mind wouldn't react to that possibility with fear. You aren't scared by the thought that you decided to kill her. You're scared by the thought that you didn't have control, and that she died because of it." Closing my eyes, I held my breath as I tried not to cry.

"I'm supposed to be comforting you, come on you can't just one up me like this-" She laughed in response, and it made me laugh too.

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Ik it's really short and just sappy shit but i didn't want to just write nothing for this episode, because her being asleep the entire day is a detail I find to be important.

Also

BONDING