We're more than friends

Chapter 4

Josie's POV

"Josie NO!" Lizzie screamed.

My arm was outstretched, I was holding something soft and warm. Before I knew it, I pulled my arm back and the figure in front of me dropped to the floor. I looked down to see a heart in my hand and my dad on the floor, eyes wide open with a whole in his chest.

I looked around; everything was dark. Behind me was a desiccated MG. A few feet away, Landon was on the floor, his eyes peering at me with a blank expression; he was dead.

"No, no, no."

I turned to face a hysterical Lizzie, on her knees surrounded by our dead friends and family. With tears in her eyes, she looked up at me.

"What did you do?" She spat.

My wrist flicked and she, too, collapsed.

"Jo..." A voice whispered.

I turned around and saw a blurry figure walking up to me. It was only when she stood inches away from me that I saw who it was, Hope.

"This isn't you Josie." She said, with a hint of sympathy in her voice as she reached for my hand.

"You don't know anything about me." I heard myself say, grabbing her wrist tightly, pulling her forward. Hope glanced at my free hand; her expression soon changed to fear. A tear fell down her cheek as she muttered my name. Before I knew it, I thrust an object into her abdomen and pushed her back. She started choking on her own blood as her hands found their way to the foreign object. I looked down and saw the white oak stake sticking out of her. Suddenly, she burst into flames, screaming.

I jolted awake, hyperventilating, tears running down my cheeks. I turned my head to check on Lizzie. She was sleeping peacefully in her bed. I let out a sigh of relief. I lied down and tried to go back to sleep. I turned to my side to watch Lizzie. A sudden wave of guilt overwhelmed me. I had to get out, I needed some air.

Throwing my covers to the side, I reached for my slippers, laid a small kiss on Lizzie's forehead and headed for the door. I turned to look at her one more time before I left.

I started walking, not looking where I was going. No one would be awake, so I didn't have to worry about bumping into anyone. As I walked, I tried to calm down. I had finally managed to stop crying, when I found myself in front of Hope's door. For some reason I felt drawn there. I knocked before I even realised it. I turned to leave as the door opened to reveal a drowsy Hope.

"Josie?" She asked.

"Hi." I said timidly, looking at my feet.

"What are ... why aren't you asleep?"

I couldn't help it, I started tearing up in front of her. I felt a sudden tug on my wrist and the warm embrace that was Hope Mikaelson. Without me noticing, she closed the door and we were in the middle of her room. I found myself crying in Hope's arms for the second time that day. After a while, I managed to compose myself slightly which Hope noticed because she pulled away leaving a small gap between us.

"You must think I'm a mess." I said sniffling.

"Not at all." She smiled softly, then put her forehead against mine. "Want to tell me what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?" She asked as she tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"A bad dream." I answered.

Hope only hummed in response. I was thankful she didn't make me talk.

"If you want you, can stay here tonight. I mean, if you don't want to sleep by yourself." Hope said, stepping back and rubbing the back of her neck. She seemed nervous and I found it cute.