the fake mikaelson (discontinued)

•chapter three•

warning a little graphic

ANNABELLE

I wake up the next morning, I feel odd like somethings different

I was going to wait for Kol but where's the fun in that, I got up and walked over to my dresser

I tried to look for an outfit that shouted wild or edgy and all I found was sweaters and pink skirts

ugh!

I manage to find an outfit that didn't make me wanna vomit

I took my hair out of the pony and fixed while looking the mirror in the bathroom

When I finished I looked over at the mystery door and wondered what's behind it

Then I thought never gonna know unless I check it out, I walked over and opened the door leading me to another room

I walked in and looked around to see the room as covered in paintings, brushes and paint

I walked over to a painting sitting on an easel, I look at it in awe

"who are you and why are you here?" a voice said

I turned around to see a tall man with dark blond hair and dark blue eyes, he was wearing black jeans with a white shirt covered in paint standing behind me

"did you paint this?" I asked looking back at the painting

"yes" he answered

"it's so beautiful" I say

I hear his footsteps coming closer to me "I don't think you understand this type of art love" he says with his english accent showing

"A normal person would see a man by a cliff enjoying the amazing view, but what's really here is a man sitting by cliff, his back hunch over, his head is down and he's not looking at the sky, the mountains or the trees he's looking what's below that and he's thinking of reasons why he shouldn't just jump" I say