Hamartia | Ben Hargreeves

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"And the other got lost in drugs." - Hayloft 2
TW: blood, drug use

Bianca had never thought that her death would come about by her own intent, she would imagine her death to be during a mission, or when she was old and withered.

She had always imagined dying beside Ben, when they grew old together in a nursing home, reminiscing about their old memories when they were young. Realistically, she didn't know how long they would last outside of the academy, but she could always hope.

However, at 8:13, October 25th 2006, Bianca had decided to take her own life.

October 25th 2006
17 years old

Ben had been watching over Bianca for the past day, even though Bianca didn't know. He had watched her from afar, still loving her, missing her. Wishing he had been able to speak to her, or let her know he was there, he couldn't. He didn't want to do that to her.

Bianca had of course begged Klaus to try and contact Ben numerous times throughout the past few days, but he had always made an excuse, either that he wasnt sober enough, or he tried but it wouldn't work.

At this moment, Bianca was in her room. Her door was shut, the house was quiet, quieter than usual, which enhanced the girls sadness. She had nothing to distract herself with, so instead, she cried and cried, cradled in the corner of her bed. She was sat up, with her knees tucked into her chest, being held up by her arms which was wrapped around them. Her tears caused her head to ache, to the point that her head fell, resting upon her knees.

Each thought of Ben crossed her mind. And as she sat on her bed, she started to reminisce on how she was on the very mattress where they had led together, read together. Where they had kissed, cuddled, everything. It was at this point where her tears turned to pure anger, hatred. The girl couldn't enjoy anything anymore. She had nothing in life to look forward to, be happy about. The only comfort she had in this time of despair was Klaus, her brother whom she was so similar to yet so different.

She genuinely couldn't take the pain anymore.

As the girl got up, and made her way to her brothers room, looking to ask him yet again about Ben, he wasn't there. The girl had forgotten how he would often visit rehab, to which he was appointed to by Reginald. Today was one of his days, as he went each Wednesday and Friday.

Ben hadn't followed him there. The ghost remained inside the house, sat on his bed as he normally would. Right now he would be with Bianca, probably in her room reading some sort of book with her. But much like he wished for Bianca, he also needed to move on, he was just a spirit, no longer capable of living with the girl he still very much loves.

The girls tears were still dripping down her cheeks, now reinforced with the fact she had nobody to comfort her, nobody to be with. The girl sighed in defeat of the absence of Klaus, but instead of heading back to her own room, she shut the door of the boy's room, and collapsed on the bed, waiting for him to return.

Bianca doesnt blame him, for his use of drugs. She understands how how intorelable it must be to be surrounded by death, the girl couldnt even handle one.

Her tears continued to stream down her face, this time going down the side of her face due to the position she was on the bed. She immediately thought of everything bad in her life, everything wrong with it. It was pretty simple for her, her whole life died the moment Ben did, Ben was her life.

Her head tilted to the side, as she faced the boys chest of draws, and then she remembered. She remembered how Klaus always stashed drugs in his draw, she remembered how numb she felt when she used it for the first time, she didn't have a care in the world. Would it work?