If We Cease To Believe In Love, Why Would We Want To Live?

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

I had locked myself in my room now for three days, I had locked the doors and only gotten up to go to the bathroom, but even that wasn't a regular trip as I hadn't been eating very much either. Maid's had tried to enter my room and insisted that I eat something or I'd starve to death.

I was tempted quite a few times to shout back at them that I would rather starve than come out of my room, this was torture. 

I felt like my heart had been taken out and just been destroyed right in front of me.

Stefan, Giuseppe and even Katherine had come to knock on my door to check on me, I answered none of them as they constantly asked me if I was either alright or if I needed anything. 

But Damon did not once visit me, not even to leave a note, or to see if I was dying of starvation and malnourishment, not a single knock.

I think the most I've consumed in the last three day is a glass of water and little pieces of bread that the maid had put in my room when I wasn't looking, I still don't know how she opened the door, I think it might have been Emily, with her witchy ways she could've gotten into this room easily.

I was currently on day four of my meltdown and I was wrapped up in the now discomfort of my own bed sheets around me, I noticed that someone else had entered into my room but I chose to ignore them and kept my eyes closed. 

I hoped that they would go away soon so I could go back to doing nothing.

I heard no footsteps as I thought that person had left, but I was sadly mistaken. 

The curtains had now been ripped open, letting in all of the light from outside, like it was restoring nourishment to this room that had been in darkness for the past couple of days.

I groaned loudly, thinking that if I made so much of a fuss then that unsuspected person would have at least a little decency to shut the curtains back up and get out of my room before I unleashed hell on earth.

"Sorry, annoying groaning noises that make you sound like a strangled cat don't work on me," I heard that person say, and that voice only belonged to one person.

Katherine.

I flipped the covers back with as much energy as I could muster and glared at her as she stood on the other side of the room to me.

"Shut them, now,"

"Oh, touchy, let's see here," she started as she went to walk around and analyse the whole of the room. "Dark room, slept in same clothes for days, wilted flowers; this place just screams heartbreak and depression,"

"Bingo,"

"Oh, what's my prize, another week of you moping about in the same room over a human?" she bit back sarcastically, I just gave her a look and led back down, flinging the white sheets back over my head to engulf my body in them.

But that was quickly taken away when Katherine ripped them away from me and off of the end of the bed so I couldn't get them back unless I got out of bed to get them myself. I just sat back up and folded my arms like a annoyed child.

"Is it your life's mission to torture me?"

"You think this is torture? You're supposed to be a Peirce, not a haggard old trout I picked up from off the streets," she said still hovering around the room, picking up little bits and pieces and then placing them back down again carefully, trying not to break anything.

"What do you suggest I do then? Huh? Break down in front of everyone at the first sight of Damon Salvatore? Or cry in my room away from all of the fuss, I don't know about you but I prefer the second option," I was close to tears now.

I didn't want to cry anymore, I'd had enough of crying over the past couple of days and I didn't want to do it again, my eyes now got itchy and extremely red and swollen when I cried now.

"Well you need to stop moping around like a cat that only has three legs, pull yourself together and go show everyone you're strong,"

"And why would I do that?" I challenged her theory of actually doing something within the next couple of days, she's not the boss of me, and she's not even real family.

"Fine, be known as the sad girl who has desperation written all over her and smells of last week's left over breakfast,"

"Wait," I stopped her as she closed the opened door. "What do I do?" I didn't even know why I was asking, I just didn't want her to think I was beyond help.

"First, know that you are a pierce girl and you are strong and you can't let one guy bring you down," I nodded as a response. "Second, you need to get dressed, I'll do your hair and you walk down those stairs like no one has ever harmed you," she said as she waited outside for me to get changed.

I dragged my lifeless body out of bed and over towards my closet, dressing quickly so no one entered with me being half naked. I was now clad in a simple long light peach coloured dress.

I knocked quietly on my door and Katherine then appeared through the other side, charging in like a bull in a china shop. I was pulled over to the vanity mirror and plumped down into the seat as Katherine went to work. Only five minutes later and she was finished.

It was like magic, she had taken away the dark circles under my eyes, and the look of tiredness has reduced greatly, my red cheeks now porcelain white and my eyes stood out the most as they were partly rimmed with black. I don't know what they used as make-up back in these times, but it was a miracle worker.

"Now walk down there like you own this house, not just another one of their passing by guests," she explained.

"Got it, smile and act pretty," I remarked as I smiled and left the room.

To my surprise, they were all waiting at the bottom of the stairs, obviously going on a day trip out somewhere, all dressed in some of their best clothes and talking amongst themselves. As I continued down the stairs, I noticed my footsteps began to get a little louder and at least two people noticed my presence.

Giuseppe and Stefan were the first two to notice and as they nudged the others in was then that they all turned around. I couldn't hear footsteps behind me so I knew that Katherine wasn't there and all eyes were on me.

The last on the turn round was Damon, who I made eye contact with and then looked away to everyone else, and I will never forget the stunned looks on everyone's faces.

"Have I interrupted something?" I asked as I reached the bottom of the stairs.