I step out of the shower, then walk over to the dresser. I pull it out, and grab a shirt. I try to put it on, but it doesn't fit. I scream through to my teeth, and groan. I then try putting some jeans on, but they don't fit either. I groan, then attempt to find a solution.
I have blood on my only maternity shirt, and all of my bottoms are dirty. I can't borrow any of Bekahs clothes because they won't fit. Oooo. What if I steal some of the boys clothes. I can't wear Elijah's, because all he wears is suits. That leaves Klaus and Kol. I'll steal some of Kols sweat pants, if he had any.
I sneak into Niks room, then start going through his clothes. I find lots of long sleeve, v-necks, a couple suits, a few outfits from different decades/centuries, but no regular shirts. I then walk over to his bed, and find a clean shirt just laying around. I throw it on, and put my towel in his dirt laundry, because the shirt covers my but.
I then walk into Kols room, and over to his dresser. I dig around all of it, until I finally find a pair of sweat pants, that appear to be a couple years old. I roll my eyes, and put those on.
I walk downstairs, and sit down. The four originals look at me, and I smile innocently. Rebekah and Elijah fall on each other laughing, and I smirk. "Is that my shirt?" Nikkie asks. "Yes." I say, and he rolls his eyes. "Where did you find those?" Kolina asks. "At the back of your dresser. It took forever." I say, and he smirks.
I scroll through Instagram then my phone changes to a phone call. I click the green button, and Matt's sweet voice fills my ear.
What ya doing?
Just chillin' what about you?
Wow! You sound like a normal twenty-first century teen.
Oh hush.
How are you feeling?
I feel great. I'mI feel something go wrong inside me. I don't know what, but somethings wrong.
"I'm- uh- I'm.." I try to finish, but I feel my heart start to slow. "Jenny?" Bekah asks me cautiously. "Uh, something's- somethings wrong." I say, then put my hand to my stomach. I feel a fierce kick, and hold tighter. "Oww!" I groan. "Are you Okay?" Kol asks. "Help me, um, stand up. I think that'll, um, help." I say, and he stands up. I hold on to his arm, and stand up. I feel my heart falter, and start to get nauseous. I hold onto Kols arm tighter, and dig my fingernails into his arm. "Jenny?" Elijah asks. I feel my blood starting to slow, and my eye lids start to get heavier and heavier. I feel myself fall forward, and faintly hear everyone calling my name. I fall in to someone's arms, and let my eyes close.
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Deadly but Silent
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