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THE DAY BEFORE HAD BEEN HECTIC.
For everyone besides Violet, at least.
Because whilst Damon was trying to help Jeremy and Matt who were being chased by new vampires turned and compelled by Klaus. Along with, later, Kol coming in and threatening to tear off Jeremy's arm only to be convinced by Klaus not to and instead found a loophole and compelled Damon to kill him instead. And when all of that was done, Stefan apparently slept with Rebekah.
And where was Violet during all of this? She was stuck inside of her house after being compelled by Rebekah to stay away, an order from Klaus himself.
Because although the siblings weren't really talking, the one thing they will always agree on is the safety of the small human that had stolen their hearts. Romantically and platonically.
It was not a fun experience, having to sit–pace–around at home while the people you care most about are risking their lives. At the end of the day, Violet basically had no fingernails from anxiously chewing on them for so long.
Violet hadn't felt her anxiety kick up like this in so long, not since Alaric had shown up to kill Klaus when she and Rebekah had gone to retrieve his body.
And due to her rapidly beating heart and heavy breaths that she couldn't control, she was lead into the once thing she hadn't experienced in so long, she couldn't even remember when the last time she had one was.
Violet was having a panic attack.
She was so submerged in her thoughts that she hadn't even realized what was happening until she couldn't breathe, her throat constricting painfully. In the middle of pacing in her and Klaus' shared bedroom, Violet felt her limbs become numb, collapsing on the floor, looking around frantically and trying to focus her blurry vision onto her cell phone, her first instinct being to call her soulmate.
It was overwhelming, how every sound seemed to be a hundred times louder and yet the house was completely silent. Her ears were ringing loudly and the room looked like it was closing in on her.
She didn't know how long it had been, but eventually, she saw the faint blur of black and reached weakly for the device. Violet felt the tip of her fingers graze the edge of the nightstand, where her phone was located.
But before she could stretch her body further, the feeling of her lungs begging for air became to much, and Violet fell unconscious.
