When your regrets catch up to you|| Valentina and Jack&Kian
It had been about twenty minutes that Kian went off to check on Jack. She had climbed the stairs slowly, making way to her own room. Shutting her door, she sighed a bit, deciding to re-stack her clothes right and put them away as normal. It was when her eyes fell on a box she had kept behind her clothes that her mind kicked her. Her fingers ran over the small box, trembling a bit. She hadn’t done anything with the sort in months, not since she had been around.. Jack. Her fists clenched a bit, pulling from the box to go back to put her clothes up. Everything was fine before Valentina began to get upset. Maybe that’s what it was. Missing the feeling and not being able to let her stress out about Jack. Her feelings over Jack being took much for her own good, obviously. Her pushy actions driving Jack frustrated. She growled, shaking her head. She’d upset Jack because of Kian. She’d upset because she wanted to care for him. She had.. upset him in general. Her hand clenched tightly, her eyes beginning to sting. Valentina’s heart dropped, hating the feeling that she was getting. Her eagerness kicking in. She shook her head no, even if she was the only one in the room. She couldn’t relapse, not now. Not ever. She had been doing well, and.. Everything was failing. Valentina regretted coming here. Regretting falling in love with the boy and regretting ever meeting him. She would have been fine staying home where nobody was there, nothing was pressured and nothing upset her but her loneliness. It wasn’t the fact that Jack brought people home that upset her. It was that she wished it was her there every night to keep him warm. To kiss him goodnight and tell him that she loved him. And then Kian came along, able to some how easily relax her with a simple motion of stroking through her hair. the endless night spent awake with Jack through his night terrors, wasted. Gone. Nothing matter, Jack had given up. Not like there was anything to give up on, Valentina was a lost cause to begin with. Her tears had begun to fall, her trembling hands now clutching the box and shakily walking to her closet to collect her bottle of vodka and to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet for a while, staring at the open box. Vicodin, pills for her insomnia that she didn’t take, Ritalin and Opioid. Double edged razors. Rubber bands. And a gun. The gun had been in there since she was 12 when she found it. She never dared use it, that was always too easy. Too easy for her to leave. She didn’t know what to do anymore. Everything she cared about, was hurt, told her that they’d given up, and more that her brain couldn’t even manage to think of right now. She sat there for a few minutes, counting out 6 pills from each bottle, counting twice to make sure there was 24 pills. She smiled a bit before popping them in, group of two and downed with vodka before her fingers picked the blades. It was hard anymore, even with her fingers trembling. Maybe other people had better ways of punishing themselves, but this was her way. It wasn’t long before she was covered in red, working quickly, as the pills were too. Too quickly. Her eyes closed as her legs gave out holding her up, her body growing numb and limp. She was motionless now as she hit the floor, her body not being able to move, no matter how much she tried to. It was quick that her body began to shut down, blacking out from the world.
Reawakening || Open
Thayer had finally managed to get out of the coffin and the ground. Why did they bury him alive while he was asleep? He brushed himself off, finding himself in a dress shirt, which everyone knew he hated, and slacks. He was in his best clothes. It was obvious that… Oh my God. He was supposed to be dead. But he was sleeping… Ever since Lucy bit him, he acted weird. Was he a vampire? Thayer opened his mouth and felt his canine teeth pop out farther than normal. Fangs… Come to think of it, he was thirsty and needed to drink something, especially blood. Luckily, he had seen someone in the distance, walking in the cemetery. Almost as they knew he wanted them concealed, the canine teeth shrunk to normal size. “Ok,” he muttered to himself. “I can do this…” He looked at the person. “Hey, you! Listen, I, uh, need a favor from you!”