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Vaggie Angst fic

Caregiver: Mama Carmilla

TW: SH

It was extermination day again. Her first one since her fall and the Carmine family adopted her.

Vaggie found herself alone in her room. Lights off, watching the bloody massacre begin to end outside from her window. It was sickening. She couldn't believe she used to do this. That she trained for this. It disgusted her. She was ashamed for even partaking in it. Ashamed she never realized what an awful person she was. The guilt weighed heavily on her heart. It pulled and tugged on it, trying to make her cry with big emotions.

Her sisters and mom were out there, risking their lives to get the materials for their weapons. They didn't want Vaggie go out with them. They knew how mentally unstable she could get. They didn't want to risk any unhealthy mindsets or triggers while she was out there. Too bad she already was while inside the safety of her own bedroom.

Sighing, she let the ashamed depressive thoughts enter her brain. She didn't even let herself disassociate. Horrible people deserve horrible things. That's what heaven always said whenever she would question the exterminations. The voices entered and started up their nonsense.

'You're a horrible person'

'They left you for a reason'

'You should've died'

'You don't deserve Carmilla's love'

The voices kept bellowing loudly. It was torture to her. But she knew deserved it. She deserved every single terrible thought and feeling she had. However, the voices were starting to get too painful. She needed her punishment to be physical. She needed to feel some kind of physical agony. She let herself be mentally tortured for too long. It was a dreadful feeling.

Eyeing her spear leaning up against the wall of her bedroom, she knew what she needed to do.

Grabbing her spear, she sat on the floor beside her bed (To not get get blood on her sheets) and rolled up her left arm sleeve and lined up the spear head blade with her wrist. Making sure it would be the most painful area, she pressed the blade deep into her skin, slicing in a smooth motion. Since it was an angelic spear, it slid in like she was cutting through softened butter. She let out a surprised yelp as the pain wracked through her arm but kept digging and slicing it. Lots of golden blood oozed out of her self-inflicted wound and dripped onto the floor. She'll just lie and say she got her period (Normally, afab Winners wouldn't get periods but since she fell, her body went back into torture mode every month). She made another deep, long, injury. She hadn't even noticed she started crying before salty tears landed into her wounds, causing them to sting. She made more and more and sobbed harder till she was a hiccuping, snotty mess that would heave every now and then. Nothing expelled as she was too worried to eat that day.

The front door had opened. She let out a small gasp. How long had she been crying for? She checked the clock. It had been an hour. She had been a pathetic, weak mess for an hour. And she still was.

She tried to stop her sobs but couldn't. She choked before a loud wail was released. She couldn't control it. The emotions were just too big and she desperately craved comfort even though part of her wanted to keep suffering.

Immediately, footsteps started rushing up the stairs. She couldn't help but cry more, knowing how disappointed her family will be with her when they see her. Her door swung open. She looked down in shame of being caught.

"Mija!"

"Vaggie!"

The Carmine familia ran towards the angel. The motion made Vaggie feel very unsafe and overwhelmed. She couldn't handle that many people running at her. Wailing louder, she tried to move away from them and curled up. Luckily, her sisters got the hint and stepped back.

"Clara, Odette, get the first aid kit and Vaggie's baby bottle. Fill it up with ice water please," Carmilla told them. She could tell where Vaggie's headspace would be heading. And even if she wasn't slipping, helping her feel little would definitely make her feel a bit better. The Carmine girls nodded before walking out to grab the items.

"Shh, Mija, i'm right here, I'm not going to hurt you," She slowly approached the scared girl. She summoned a rattle and shook it, trying to get Vaggie to regress. She looked up at the rattle and focused on the soothing sound it made. While she was distracted, Carmilla quickly grabbed the spear with her other hand and flung it across the room. There would definitely be some rules with her spear after this.

Clara and Odette returned very quickly. Clara had the bottle in her hands and Odette, the first aid kit.

Carmilla sat on the bed with her and pulled her into her lap. She rocked back and forth, cradling and bottle feeding the crying girl while Odette wiped down her injuries with a baby wipe.

"AaAH!" Vaggie cried when she sprayed some alcohol onto her boo-boos. She choked on some of her water while she screamed.

"Shh, it's okay, sweetie, it'll only sting for a bit," Carmilla rubbed her back as she coughed.

"You're doing great, Baby sis," assured Clara.

Finally, Odette managed to get the gauze on the self-inflicted wound and wrapped it up with a bandage. It wasn't perfect but it would help it heal. The two sisters left the room to let Carmilla help calm their distressed sister.

Once vaggie had managed to stop bawling, she snuggled up against Carmilla.

"Sweetheart, you need to tell me when you feel like harming yourself,"

"Otay, M sowwy, Mama," Vaggie mumbled.

"Don't be sorry, Cariño, I just want to make sure you're safe," She hugged her child. She didn't want to lose her to something like this. She wouldn't be able to handle it.

They snuggled up together and Vaggie practically melted into her Mami's arms. She really regretted harming herself now.

Carmilla cooed at her small daughter, playing with her hair and giving her lots of kisses on her head.

Usually, she would rock Vaggie to sleep but the fallen angel didn't want to sleep, as she was afraid her night terrors would be back. They would read a few stories before cuddling some more.

While cuddling, Carmilla had an idea. What if they made a deal? If Vaggie were to get hurt from herself or others, Carmilla would immediately be alerted, that way she would know instead of Vaggie trying to hide it.

But now wasn't the time to bring it up. She didn't want Vaggie to become more stressed, especially now that she was small. She would bring it up later, but for now, they would just cuddle and relax.