Secrets (Vladimir Tod Fanfiction)

Drunken Pastels

*Sorry if there is any mistakes. It's a work in progress. Ignore them I guess.*
**Possible triggers warning**
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Vlad's POV
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It is so strange to see loss and grief and pain in someone else, so similar to the one you once experienced yourself. A pain so unimaginable I wouldn't wish it to anyone. The twinkle that once sparked in her eyes is dead. Her eyes are dull. She looks so sickly and pale, I doubt she's eaten, Nelly won't let her lock her door. She made me take the whole knob off. She's scared for her and I am too. It's been 2 days and she is basically gone.

The service is in a few hours and I don't know if she's gonna make it through with all of this.

The police have also tried to interfere with this but since there are no "close" relatives of hers around, she's staying with us and well, the police here aren't really all that on top of things.. I'm just trying to be there for her like Nelly was for me.
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Violet's POV
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I grieved in silence .The only way others saw it to be fit. It felt like there was a deep pit inside of me and I had yet to find what to fill it with. Now that Terri hated me there was little purpose for me out there. Nelly had asked Vlad to take the lock off my door but I could still close it. I had been told the service would be in a few hours. It would start at soon.

I closed my door quietly and opened the window just enough to crawl out of. I threw a black hoodie on and put the hood up then slipped out on to the roof sliding slowly down my shoes scraping on the tiles I managed to step off to the side go on to a branch and then jumped down to the ground. I landed roughly and cursed at myself for making so much noise. I opened up the back wooden door and walked home. The place wasn't barred up or coated in caution tape. The police here were really off apparently. I used the spare key to get in and then locked the door behind me, I pranced up to my room stopping momentarily in front of my mothers bedroom. I could feel hot tears behind my eyes but I press on and enter my own room. I took out a backpack and toss it on the bed and change into a black dress and leggings, put my hair in a messy bun and line my eyes. I stuff my old clothes in the bag and rummage my room for anything of use I may have left here. I take a pair of my boots and a few more shirts I walk over to my sisters room looking around for anything of hers.

There is a black bow on her dresser that I picked up and clip into my hair, she won't miss it. I continue into the kitchen and search for my moms hidden reservoir of liquors. She drank wine a lot but there is other selections somewhere.

I started drinking a few months ago, not too heavy because I hadn't gotten the chance and I was so done then it didn't matter. I don't want anything too heavy or bulky to carry and I can't take it all or else it will run out too soon.

All I find is an open wine bottle in the back of the fridge. I pull it out anyway and take off the soggy cork, I reach for a glass from the cabinet and then think that Terri might notice I search instead for a plastic cup and pour myself a good cup full. I down the substance a bit too quickly for my usual but, I couldn't stand it anymore I needed the buzz. I craved the numbness it gave me. I fill the cup again and put the rest back in the fridge. I sipped slowly this time and go back up the stairs passing by my mothers room again. I felt that this time the bitter liquid gave me strength to go in and I did. I place the cup on the vanity and look around. I start to opening drawers and searching under the bed.

And I finally find her stash. Its behind a fake little wallpaper patch in the back of her closet concealed by some shoe boxes and clothes. Inside it a ton of bottles varying in size and kind I find a bottle of whiskey and take it out deciding to take it with me.

I find an envelope and a note saying "You're better than this Karen." In handwriting I don't recognize. And an envelope that's crumpled and yellowed slightly with age. I turn it over to find "for Violet" scrawled on the back. I stare at it for a moment suddenly I hear a jingle of keys in downstairs, I get up quickly and shove everything back as fast as possible, I scramble over to grab the whiskey bottle and my cup I realize I left the envelope out. But there's no time I shove it into the pocket of my hoodie and go to my room to grab my stuff and almost throw myself out the window.