to be or not to be » stefan salvatore

chapter fourteen: heartache is a crown.

Skye Mikaelson was accustomed to grief. She grew up with it and she endured it. People close to her just always seemed to die.

She had adjusted to the pain, she got used to it, she didn't let it bother her as much as it should. But this was different. Niklaus was the one brother that had always been there for her. The one who told her stories and gave her gifts.

He always protected her and scared away her bullies.

He was the one who hugged her when she was having nightmares and he was always the one who could make her smile when all she wanted to do was cry.

He was the one brother she couldn't lose.

And now she had.

He died by the hands of a crazy history teacher that got cursed by her mother.

It felt like Skye lost a limb, even worse, she lost a part of herself.

She hadn't wanted to avenge her brother because she had been afraid she would lose her soul, but it was now that it was ripped from her.

Avenging her brother wouldn't have been a bad thing, because if she had refused to give Nik's body up, he would be alive right now, and she wouldn't feel like her whole world had collapsed.

...

When she woke up her throat was scratchy, and her mouth was dry. Her blue eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was tangled together.

She didn't remember how she got where she was, but she had a good guess at who brought her here.

The room was open and light, but it wasn't as large as her room at home. You could clearly see that it wasn't a personal room by the few belongings it held and there wasn't much furniture except a regular sized bed, dressers, a chair and a closet.

The white curtains were pulled open and sunlight trickled in, basking her in a certain glow that she didn't possess.

Her tears were dried up and her limbs were stiff, so she decided to take a shower.

Her bare feet connected with the wooden floor and with heavy steps and aching muscles she moved to the bathroom attached to the room.

The bathroom was simple but held everything she needed for a shower like shampoo and fluffy towels.

Skye flexed her fingers and moved her hand towards the faucet and turned it on to a comfortable warmth.

She shed herself of the nightgown she was wearing and stepped under the rays of water.

The water poured down, it dripped down her back, and her mind faded into dullness and everything turned into a foggy illusion. The sensation of the steamy water calmed her; it took her mind off things.

Closing her eyes to the water as the heat soaked into her skin, she leaned against the cool tiles as her weak legs threatened to buckle.

She couldn't remember when she stopped crying, but a part of her knew that she hadn't stopped until she was safely in Elijah's arms and on the road.

Skye wondered where Rebekah was, and if she had joined them.

She knew she hadn't though. Rebekah was reckless and had probably done something stupid in her distraught.

Skye didn't care.

Rebekah could do whatever she wanted when she wanted it. Skye just didn't... care. She didn't care about anything but the part that had been ripped away from her.