elysian • the mikaelson's

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dear diary,
today is the first day back at school, and i can't wait to get out of this fucking house.
mom's still being a bitch, and dad's just dad.
god i can't wait to see jere.

jamie brushes her hair back into a high ponytail, smoothing it back with gel. she swipes gloss across her plump, pink lips, then pouts at herself in the dressing table mirror. "you've got this jamie." she mumbles to herself, brushing mascara onto her curled lashes, blinking at her reflection. the concealer under her eyes hides the bags, the evidence of her drug addiction. her phone bleeps, and she picks it up.

men's room, asap. got stuff - jere

she reads, she replies with a quick 'k' and flips her phone shut, dropping it into her handbag. she stands, walking over to her walk-in closet. she runs her finger along her clothes, quickly deciding on a tight mini skirt and a button-down white shirt that's three sizes too small. she shrugs, pulling the skirt up and carefully smoothing the shirt over it. she buttons it up almost to the top, but leaves the top few buttons so her breasts stick out at the gap.

three sharp knocks make her jump, and she grabs her flats and pulls them on over her freshly manicured toes. "come in." she chirps, slipping dainty rings onto her french-tipped hands. her mother walks through the door and sits on her princess-style bed.

"you look like a slut." she states, scowling at her only child. "you will not leave this house wearing... that.@ she points at jamie up and down, her red nails sharp, just like her tongue.

jamie laughs, "and you think you can control me... why?" she talks back, "i do not look like a slut. i'm leaving now because i'll be late." she says smartly. "you wouldn't want my perfect grades, perfect attendance to slip now, would you?" she smirks, swinging her handbag onto her shoulder gently, and leaving her bedroom. "cya dad. i love you." she kisses his cheek and heads to the garage, climbing into the black bmw convertible.

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jamie blinks hard as she tries to focus in biology, her head spinning with drugs in her system, her eyes dart to the door when alyssa walks in and she internally groans. alyssa smirks as her two minions walk behind her. "here comes bitch-face." britnie mumbles to the brunette next to her.

alyssa sits on the row at the back of the science lab, smacking her lips as she chews her bubblegum, "i need to get out." jamie whispers, "brit, i'm gomna throw up." she continues. she pushes her chair back and storms out of the lab. running down the hall to the bathroom. she runs into the first one she finds.

bumping straight into the solid chest of a tall, dirty blond haired boy. "shit, sorry, mens room." she blurts, but runs into an empty stall, dropping to the floor quickly. she leans over the seat, spewing the contents if her stomach into it.

a shadow looms over her back, "hey, you alright?" the dirty blond asks quietly, "i locked the door, it's empty in here." he tells her, she uses toilet roll to wipe her mouth as she nods, standing up and turning to face him.

he holds out his hand to shake hers, "i would totally shake your hand right now, but i'm pretty sure i have a sick bug and i don't want to give it to you." she laughs. her eyes are dull, sad. the boy chuckles, scratching his jaw.

he thinks for a moment, "i can help, i think. if you'll let me?" he asks quietly, knowing she's as high as a kite in this moment. she nods, wanting to just stop her head from spinning. "you have to trust me, and not freak out, okay?" he asks, serious this time. she nods.

his eyes turn veiny, his pupils becoming red as he bites int his wrist, then holds it against her mouth, she sucks on his wrist, the blood cold, sliding down her throat. she stops, wiping her mouth with a tissue, "it's okay, i won't tell anyone, you don't need to explain the whole vampire thing." she says calmly.