Trigger warning: self harm and suicide
After an hour Charlie and Vaggie got home, destroyed Vaggie went to her room, it felt weird, she hadn't been in the room for over 3 years. Carefully Vaggie made her way over to her beside tabel, a small pink photo frame laying on it's back. It looked like it had been thrown in rage, Vaggie remembered it very well, she had felt like she didn't deserve redemption, like she had been giving a change she shouldn't have been givin.
"I'm sorry Lute." Vaggie sighed, her grip on the picture tightened as she realized which photo it was. "I- I'm sorry." Tears started to roll Vaggie's cheeks as her limbs went numb, the photo dropping to the ground, Vaggie felt her breath slow down, her eyes watered up, it felt like time stopped moving. What was happening? Why was her body reacting like this? Why did sh feel so weak?
"I- i messed up, I'm sorry Lute. I should've stayed home, I should've listened, Charlie was right, Carmilla was right. I should've stayed, i- I SHOULD'VE LISTENED."
Vaggie's anger soon grew into sadness, her hands reaching for the blade rather than her Speer, the adrenaline replaced with depression. Vaggie held the blade in her hand, the thought consuming her.
"I'm sorry." With tears in her eyes Vaggie slit her wrist, not one cut, not two cuts not three cuts it's four blood dripping down her wrist. It felt good, but there was something wrong, an urge to go further. Vaggie never wanted to kill Lute, she never wanted to kill anyone, she felt like it was all her fault., like she was responsible for the trauma's Velvette, Carmilla,Rosie, Lucifer and, even her dear Charlie got. She caused them harm, her hands, her speer, her- she did it, it was all her.
"What have i done," She looked don at her hands, the faint smell of blood still presented on her hands. "I'm a monster." Vaggie wasn't strong enough, her hands reached for the rope, making a firm but loose knot....
"I'm sorry."
