𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 | 𝐭𝐯𝐝

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Something clicked inside of me. Death, burning, blood, crying families, hurting Elena, flirting and making out with her boyfriend, treating him horribly, and pushing away Damon.

I was instantly nauseous as horrid pictures of bodies in trashcans popped back into my mind. I tore myself from the trap, screaming on my way down and holding my arm while sobbing. Seth. I killed Seth.

I murdered mothers and fathers. Sons and daughters. Aunts and uncles. These people had lives and I took that away.

I was their Wickery Bridge.

The Wickery Bridge took my parents, and here I am, repaying them by being a gruesome murderer. I clenched my stomach. "First door on your right," Klaus smirked, giving me directions to the bathroom. I sped that was and leaned over the toilet to vomit.

My stomach felt empty by the time I couldn't take it anymore and was trembling. I collapsed by the sink and held my face in my hands, which were bloody and aching. I couldn't move. I didn't deserve to even be breathing at this moment. Why do I have the right to live?

The door soon opened and Stefan walked in. "Come on. I got you." He cooed, picking me up. "No, no, no. Please don't. I don't deserve it, Stefan." I cried even harder. "Shhh..." He walked out carefully. I saw Klaus and Rebekah watching. Rebekah looked pitiful while Klaus seemed to enjoy it. Klaus should have just killed me.

I knew I was a bloody mess. I was mumbling things even I couldn't comprehend and rocking back and forth on the floor of my room. I made Stefan take me here because all I need is alone time. Now I realize the silence is loud enough and driving me crazy.

flashback

I stepped in front of a home in Rhode Island, enjoying the smell of cookies and five people in the home. I was there for dinner.

I slowly walked up to the door and knocked rapidly. "Please let me in." I cried. A mother opened the door. She had a pregnant belly and held it carefully. "Are you okay?" She asked. "N-no, ma'am. M-My mom left me. She got really mad." I let a few tears escape. I can be a good actress.

"Oh god, come inside. Do you have a cell phone?" She walked out and placed her hand on my back and guided me inside. She walked in front of me and I slyly shut and locked the door behind me. Two little kids ran around, chasing each other down the steps. "Mommy, Oliver has my teddy!" The little girl complained. "Olivia has a race car!" Oliver grabbed their mother's hand. "I- Mommy is a little busy right now."

"It's f-fine. It's nice to see a caring mom. I can wait." I sniffled. "Bless your heart. I'll be back in a moment, dear." The woman picked up Olivia and began walking upstairs, grunting. I sped around the downstairs and locked windows and doors, then resumed my original spot. The lady returned. "Sorry about that." She sighed. "It's alright." I sped at her, making her gasp. "You're gonna be quiet and respectful." I compelled. "I'm going to be quiet and respectful." She repeated.

I sank my fangs into her neck and pressed my body close to hers. I felt the baby kick me and I stumbled backward. The mother collapsed and I sped upstairs. Olivia and Oliver were now playing in harmony with a crib next to them. There was a tiny baby. Maybe a few months old. "Who is that, children?" I asked nicely so I didn't scare them. "That's June! Mommy adopted her!" Olive explained. June..the month after May. My baby.

I picked the child up and cradled her gently. "Hi, June," I mumbled. "Do you children have a father?" I asked. "Daddy will be home tonight! He got work." Olivia giggled. "Good." I placed June down. "Mommy went to bed. Can you two come here?" I compelled the children. They ambled towards me and I bent down and held their hands. "You're gonna forget any of this happened. Your mother was mad and tripped over something. You're sad but will feel better soon. You're gonna take care of June." I said. They nodded. "Now go to sleep." I cooed.

now

I killed a pregnant woman and left toddlers and a baby with their mother in the same house as them. I can't be this person.

It was almost like my body went into shock. I couldn't move. I could only stare and think. Think of my mistakes. Think of what I am. And think of how to solve this grief.