Triplets (girlxgirl)

30- Breakdown

Red POV

The death of Lena had taken everyone off guard. The supernatural community made new precautions and added security around the cities and the schools. The schools now have a curfew before dark which means five in the afternoon because of winter time. Nobody is to walk alone anymore and it was much recommended to be with an adult.

The funeral had taken place yesterday and many people showed up. I couldn’t face Lena’s parents or Siana. I spent most of the time hiding in my room, blaming myself about the outcome of my friend. When I did get out, I pretended to be strong. I knew I was being selfish because Lena had been Siana’s oldest friend and she was taking it better than I was. But Lena was my way out. I always wanted to know what it felt like to be a normal teenager; to go out with friends and argue for the simplest things. The succubus had taught me that. But with the past event I was starting think that maybe I can never be normal.

I was sitting at the dining table, quietly playing with leftover food. My family had spread throughout the house and I could hear their conversation about what was going on. Jamie came into the kitchen and sat down in front of me. She had a bag of blood and threw on my plate.

“You need to drink; you’re weak from lack of food”

“I don’t drink blood remember?” I told her “My vampire side is not strong enough for me to rely on it.”

“Drink it, you will feel better and you would be ale to actually fight when the war starts” She grabbed another bag of blood that was in her pocket and drank half of it in one go. This was the first time that I really hated the way she looked at me; a dull expression as if nothing happened or mattered to her.

“Where’s Siana?”

“Stayed with the succubu’s family I guess” she answered indifferently with a shrug of the shoulders. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up and hit the chair which flew into the opposite wall of the kitchen. I jammed my hands on the table and leaned forward.

“How can you be so indifferent?” I yelled at my sister. “She was your friend”

Jamie was silent for a moment. I could hear my family walking into the kitchen to see the commotion but I ignored them and concentrated on my infuriating sister who was unaffected by my burst of anger. She spoke very quietly and patiently.

“I cannot survive another death Jasmine, I simply cannot, and I would prefer to lose myself to someone closer to my heart” her voice was very controlled “I’m sorry I cannot react the way you want me too but that’s how it is”

 I whipped my face with my hand as I felt bad for my acting. Suddenly, I had grown extremely tired. I looked at her “Is it going to get better?” I pleaded for good news.

“Death is a permanent scar on the soul Jasmine. Think of it as an unwanted trophy. You need to find a container to protect it and keep it from breaking. Then you put the container on a shelf in your heart and leave it as decoration. Usually, the longer it’s there, the smaller the container and the smaller the space in your heart. Or, you can let the trophy break and the shards will shatter in your soul and you will be forever stuck walking on glass - where are you going?”

“Out, don’t wait for me” I said as I passed my aunt on my way through the hallway. I put my coat and boots on and walked to the door. I couldn’t stay in the house any longer, especially when my family only treats me with sympathy, as if I was fragile.

“You are not allowed to leave” my aunt said. “And I forbid you to go into the Underground. You should not have been exposed to that cave in the first place”