Broken

Diary

This is an AU and they are all human. I despise Stelena and I dislike Delena so if that's what you're into don't read this story. It is dark and there will be triggering (self-harm) things and smut. So just warning ya.

My name is Elena Gilbert. I've lived in Mystic Falls my whole life. I'm a descendant of one of the founding families. I have a younger brother, Jeremy. Six months ago our parents died in an accident. Ever since our Aunt Jenna had been taking care of us and she moved in.

She stopped writing in my diary when her phone vibrated. She set it aside on the bedside table and looked to see she had a message from Stefan (her boyfriend.)

'I'm sorry I can't make it tonight we'll reschedule I promise.'

She sighed. This was the third time he'd cancelled on her. He was avoiding her. She would find out why but she didn't have the energy right now. She texted back deciding that it would be best to just be passive.

'It's fine Stefan. Love you.'

The reply came ten minutes later.

'Love you too.'

She went to the bathroom she shared with her brother and locked both doors so she wouldn't be disturbed. She searched through her makeup bag till she found what she was looking for. She fell to the floor and cried silently. She placed the cool sharp object against the skin of her wrist and pressed and moved quickly. She repeated the action till she felt dizzy from the blood loss. She cleaned the floor where the blood had dropped and moved back to her bedroom. She stripped off and climbed into bed. Crying herself silently off to sleep. The nightmares that greeted her that night were the same ones she'd had since 6 month ago.

...

The Mikaelson manor was silent except for the sound of a belt hitting bare skin. The sound was deafening. There in the cellar stood Kol Mikaelson with a multitude of cuts covering the expanse of his back. Blood dripped on the floor as his father, Mikael beat him with his belt. Kol didn't make a noise. He was used to the cruelty from his father's hand and the scars that marred his body were the proof that he had endured a lot worse in the past.

That night Mikael had given his youngest son at least 50 blows for talking back. Kol was dismissed and he understood why his siblings didn't try and help because it just made it worse for him and them so he didn't hold it against them but he despised his mother for allowing her husband to be brutal with her own blood.

He climbed into the shower but didn't weep, he wouldn't be weak anymore. He couldn't be. The hot water made contact with his open wounds and he let out a hiss. The water turned pink from the blood combining with it. Once the water went clear he stepped out and threw on some basketball shorts.

That night he lay on his stomach as to not irritate the fresh wounds that stung along his back and sides.

Tomorrow he started his new school.