Shattered

7

I walk out of Davinas room, and to mine. I sigh and look at all the box's and bags. Davina and I didn't have a lot of stuff at the attic, but I just wanted to mess with Diego by giving him more box's to carry, because he's a jerk.

I put my canvas together, and stand it up. I then unpack my pencil boxes, and put them in the left small drawer of my dresser. I then unpack my clothes and put them in the drawers and closet. I put my books on the bookshelf. Lastly, I put my bedding on my bed, and sigh. I lay down on it, and sigh. I close my eyes and feel sleep pull me under.

I hear footsteps, so I hide under my bed. I hope it's not Mr. Jason. He's always yelling at me and hitting me when I tell him I'm going to tell Marcel.

The door opens, and I feel my eyes light. "Livi? It's okay. It's me. You can come out." I hear. Marcel! I climb out from under the bed, and he sighs. He walks over to me and picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck, and his neck go around my waist. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. He called me a 'stupid six year old'. I told him not to, and he hit me. I'm sorry, Marcel! Please don't be mad!" I spit out. "Hey. It's okay, Livi. It's okay." He says petting my hair. He wipes the tears out from under my eyes and sighs. "Did you kill him?" I ask. He looks me in the eyes and nods. A few seconds pass by until either of us speak up. "Good." I say, and smile. I grab his nose and laugh, and he smiles.

My eyes open, and I sigh. Marcel saved me from those monster witches. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for him. Still haven't decided if that's a good thing or not.

XxX

Today's "Casket Girl" day. It's in celebratory for these three girls that were being lead to there deaths, but were mysteriously saved. Yeah, well Rebekah told me that she was the one that saved them. That's when she started he whole "us girls have to stick together" thing. Oh well. This belief of hers saved me from Klaus, so I'll go along just as well.

I walk through the crowd, my arms wrapped around my torso, and wincing every time someone bumps into me. I hate people touching me. It really annoys me. I just don't like being touched. I may pounce on you and bite you, if I know you, but I don't want people wrapping their arm around me, or strangers touching me. I also hate people bumping into me. I know I'm weird. Don't judge.

I walk into the bar Marcel told me to meet him at, and see him standing with a blond. "Cami, this is my little friend I was telling you about, Olivia. Like I said, could you hang out with her for a little bit. I thought you'd be the best for her to stay with. She has a bit of an issue with authority." He says. "Only because I don't like people telling me what to do." I say, and he laughs. "Yeah, I see what you mean. I'd love to hang out with her." She says and Marcel nods.

Marcel leaves with a kiss on my head, and I turn to the blond. "Alright. I'm Cami." She says, and I smile. "I'm Olivia Labonair." I say, and she nods. She seems cool. Though I think she's just a human. Also, I'm pretty sure she is completely oblivious to the supernatural creatures running around. I don't think she knows I was stuck up in her uncle's churches attic either. Oh, she's so innocent...... yeah...... let's change that!