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Avery

"Did you know you're not supposed to tell a ghost they're dead if you ever encounter one?" Abbie spouts randomly, dusting the blush over her cheeks. She's never been one for makeup, because she's flawless in every way, but she likes to get 'dolled up' as she calls it.

"What are you on about now?" I laugh from inside her closet. I'm not sure exactly what I'm doing in here. I'm already dressed.

"A ghost." She says in a duh tone, as if that's supposed to clarify everything.

She must take my silence as confusion, so she continues. "If you're ever haunted, you're supposed to guide the ghost into figuring out they're dead. You're not supposed to just flat out tell them."

"Why does that matter?" I walk out of the closet holding one of her tops. "Are you planning a seance anytime soon?" I snort, dropping the top onto the bed before stripping off my current one.

My eyes meet hers in the mirror, her stare ice cold. "No, but you might find it useful in the near future." My brows pinch together as she goes back to her makeup. "Why would I perform a seance?" I slide the new top on, going to stand behind her.

"If you haven't noticed, or maybe given yourself a concussion.. I'm not a witch." She rolls her eyes, sighing. "Don't be so closed minded, Avery." She sets her brush down, turning to look up at me. "You must be completely open minded when contacting the Other Side. That's where you'll get your answers.. from Kol."

"Kol is probably at peace, sipping a blood bag on some white sand beaches." She throws her head back and laughs. "Kol would give up his blood bags for a coconut. He's very cliché like that." She shakes her head, turning back towards the mirror.

"You act like you wouldn't be right there with him." I drop down onto the bench beside her. Her eyes take on this haunted look, nearly aging her 10 years. "I would, but that's not how this life works." My confusion burns deep.

Why is she talking like this and why wouldn't she be with Kol? They do everything together.

"Abs, you're not making sense. It's just a hypothetical." She's applying blush again, which makes this the third time. Her cheeks should look bright pink by now, but they look as if she never applied any.

"Abs, why wouldn't you be with Kol?" Her eyes meet mine in the mirror. "Because Kol is dead. I would have to die before I could join him." She spins towards me and when my eyes meet hers again, before I jump back, nearly falling on my ass.

Her eyes are pitch black and the cold from them sends a chill through my bones. Tilting her head,  a deep frown slowly curving into a sinister smile. "Sometimes you have to die to start living."

That same exact dream has been on repeat every time I fall asleep. I wake in a cold chill, shivering from the way her eyes looked and felt. I go to sleep praying not to go through it again, but it's the same, day in and day out. Abbie's haunting me from her hibernation and I'm slowly losing it.

Or I've completely lost it and I'm so far from reality it's the new normal. Maybe now this family will finally seem normal and somewhat tolerable.

"I need to talk to you." I look up at Derek, exhaustion heavy in his eyes. He's been getting as much sleep as me. Between bouncing Haidyn between us, sitting with Abbie and trying to find Dahlia, we're both exhausted.

I guess I must've zoned out, because now he's dragging me off into Rebekah's room, shutting the door behind us. "Do you know what they're planning to do about Dahlia?" I shake my head, rubbing my arms when another chill comes over me. Seriously, why is it so cold?