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1x09 Chapter Eight: History Repeating ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
Death felt like a distant memory, a person you once knew and kept in the deepest parts of your mind. Someone who you never feared; yet never admired either. They always seemed to enter your life at your lowest times, and then left you feeling completely and utterly numb. Their effect on people was unparalleled, and no one could ever describe the strange feeling so they always brushed it aside as pain. But for the few people who knew what it was truly like to greet death by the hand, letting their cold demeanor enter their soul and let it fester there for the rest of their life. Those people knew exactly what it felt like.
Nothing
And unfortunately Lucy was a part of the few people who could decipher death's effect and describe it with a sense of familiarity. Greeting it like an old friend, but it seemed like death never greeted the young girl back; it always seemed like they chose someone else, almost as if the Salvatore girl wasn't good enough.
Her body shivered against the warm sheets, the tears on her cheeks and sweat on her body kept her away from sleep's calming clutches. The swirling colors of green and blue in Lucy's eyes kept staring at the wooden ceiling for what felt like hours — and most likely was — her hands tightly gripping the sheets. Until finally the rays of sunlight shone against the curtains, painting the walls in a dark maroon color just like the silk drapes.
The young girl rubbed the drowsiness from her eyes, showcasing the light purple circles under them. Her clothes clung to her as she pushed the sheets off her shaking body, her back hitting the headboard as she tried to scamper away from the cold. But alas it still made her shiver as she hugged herself, not knowing if it was for protection against the cold or against her fears.
But the young girl held herself together as she stood up and raised her head, glaring at the walls as if she was trying to prove to them that she wasn't scared or weak. Her hands pulled the curtains aside, letting the sunlight hit her pale skin, she almost winced but quickly walked over to her closet. She gulped as her eyes landed on her brother's blue flannel that was now stained with two dreadful memories, but the youngest Salvatore shook her head and chose something else. She swiftly changed and grabbed her satchel and yankees cap, but before she could twist the doorknob to leave. She noticed something on her finger.
Lexi's ring
As if it was on fire, Lucy quickly took it off and slammed it on the desk. Her eyes were glossy as she descended the staircase and into the living room.
She slumped down on the couch, giving herself a small victory break for being able to leave a room that already held too many hurtful memories. Her head laid on the cushions as she sighed, but she sat up when she heard footsteps. Slowly turning her head she saw Damon walking towards her with something in his hands.
