The Human In Him (Klaus Mikaelson)

Chapter 3:Being Suicidal.

Chapter 3:Being Suicidal.

Nora's POV

I got home and went in my room.

I just..... I don't know what I feel anymore, I am sitting in my room and I don't know why? Why am I even alive?

Maybe I should just end this 'cause dude 150 years is enough, isn't it.

My brothers don't let me abandon my emotions and I don't have anything else left to live for.

Thinking this, I slowly slip my daylight ring out of my finger and open the curtain of my room's window.

I can feel my body burning, the pain is unbearable but I'm finally going.

I am running away, leaving this horrendous place.

Suddenly, the door opens and someone comes in vampire speed, grabs me by my arm and neck and bangs me on the wall where there's no sunlight.

I open my eyes to see Damon.

"Let go of me!" I shout, struggling to get free.

"Shut up and stop Nora" he says tightening his grip.

And then just then Damon slaps me with real force and he breaks my arm.

"GHAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah you bastard!" I shout.

He forcefully slips the ring back in my hand.

I can't fight back because my right arm is broken and its healing.

Just then Stefan walks in.

"Whats happening here" he asks as he pulls me away from Damon's grip.

"Ask her" Damon says through clenched teeth.

"Nora, what happened?" He asks.

I don't answer.

"The princess was trying to burn herself in the sunlight" Damon says.

Stefan's face expression changes from confused to anger.

"Nora is Damon telling the truth?" He asks.

I don't reply.

"Are you mad?" He asks.

"Dude 150 years is a lot of time and I just want out" I say.

"So you burn yourself?" Damon asks, angry.

"My way, yes" I reply, crossing my arms over my busty chest.

Stefan grips his right hand on my face and presses my cheeks.

"Next time if you do something like this, the consequences are going to be terrible" he grits and then lets go after I nod, slightly afraid of my brother's anger.

They both walk out of the room.

I jump on my bed and check my arm, its healed.

What do they think, I'll stop? Next time when they'll find out it will already be over, once for all.

Anger pumping through my veins, I get out of the house.

I find a boy jogging on the street he's about 6 feet, straight short hair which are in a quiff he's about 20 and quite fit.

I go to him.

"Hey" I smile a 16 year old smile.

"Hey" he looks at me quite confused, but lips still twitching up.

I grab him by his neck and start compelling;

"I think we've got some business together, lets discuss it in the trees yeah?" I ask.