if i can't have love {the originals}

prologue

No one tells you that, when you die?

It's the most darkness anyone could ever possibly think they could experience.

It's cold, and you're isolated.

But oh, oh the resurrection? Being brought back?

Gods that was so much worse.

The very fiber of your being feels like it's being shredded apart, screaming and burning and inescapable.

No one will tell you about the transition. How you'll wake up in a bought of something akin to insanity, and in addition? You're starving beyond belief.

No one will tell you that your hair will start growing in white, or that every sense is heightened.

Every fear, frustration, feeling as miniscule as it is.

You're unsure of why your emotions are cycling so rapidly that you can't possibly name them, and it's so overwhelming you'll want to collapse.

Wish you just stayed dead.

But then you'll remember your mother, who was only trying to save you with a ritual.

You feel her grief, her anguish.

She wouldn't have had to do this if your father hadn't abandoned you both to die.

Those heightened emotions are still rapidly fluctuating as your mother is taken from you, on your birthday no less.

Executed as a fucking spectacle for a tyrant with a leg you, admittedly pettily, cursed to rot.

Which, you feel is warranted considering the fact he took the woman you loved and commanded her to try on wedding gowns instead of attending.

You'll stay until her ladies take her away and you're sure when is buried, do your best to say goodbye.

And then you're sent on the run by your aunt because your homicidal grandfather has a vendetta against the men you hate the most.

Your uncle and your father.

Your aunt never comes like she said, and you can't possibly handle anymore.

You've lost your life, your mother, your love, and now the people who still had care for you have seemingly left as well.

And then you see a switch.

You'll flip it.