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❝ we're gonna kill katherine. ❞
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THEY DON'T TELL YOU ABOUT DAYS LIKE THIS. The days you feel like hell has made a home in your chest. Some days you swear you feel wild flowers blooming from the darkest parts of you; you can almost taste the sunlight letting them breathe. You're free. Then a day like this comes from nowhere—or everywhere—and the hellfire that you play host to burns those flowers to ashes, it pulls them from their roots and swallows them whole. Smoke fills up your lungs and you are left shaking from the absence of the sun and the ghost of a person you've become. They don't tell you how exhausting housing hell is. They don't tell you how to breathe when your oxygen is stolen. They don't.
Anxiety. That is what Enola felt bringing Jenna home from the hospital. It was unfair. Things were supposed to be getting better. Easier. But then Katherine came to town. And she was determined to make a mess out of an already fragile situation. She didn't care who made it out alive. Only that she got what she wanted. Which was still a mystery. They had the moonstone. But how the hell would it affect her and why did she need it? That anxious feeling only worsened when she retaliated. It was obviously important to her. Otherwise she wouldn't have bothered with them. Whatever she was planning couldn't have been good. Perhaps it was time they put an end to her antics once and for all.
"Easy," Matt warned.
"Grab the door, Nola," Jeremy nodded.
"Stop fussing," Jenna huffed. "I'm fine."
"The doctor said you have to take it easy," Elena reminded.
"You don't wanna rip your stitches, hemorrhage, and die." Enola continued.
"The only thing I'm gonna die from is embarrassment." Jenna groaned.
"No," Matt shook his head.
"I walked into a knife," Jenna pointed out. "How does somebody do that?"
"It was a freak accident," Elena excused.
"It happens," Jeremy shrugged.
"No, it doesn't." Enola scoffed.
"I've done it about twenty times at the Grill." Matt announced, earning a choked laugh from Jenna as he settled her on the couch before holding a bag up. "What should I do with this?"
"I got it," Elena smiled, taking the bag off of his hands before disappearing into the kitchen with Enola and Jeremy close behind.
"So," Jeremy began in a hushed tone. "What are we gonna do?"
