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Elsa

I woke up alone in the room and had been staring blankly at the ceiling ever since. The little light that came from above the curtains let me know the sun was shining brightly today. Normally, such weather would get me in a better mood. But now, I couldn't help but just think about what was the point of it all when my world was ripped to pieces.

My thoughts were in chaos. Not once giving me a break and I was constantly having a headache as I tried to direct my thoughts to something else. But the dark side always won. I felt like I had been swallowed by a black hole and it was mercilessly shredding me into tiny pieces. I couldn't piece. myself together, or even find a way out no matter how hard I tried. It was becoming too much for me.

I had to go. Find a way to clear my mind. So much had happened and I had so many questions and so much rage inside of me. I wanted to do something. Something to be able to get to the bottom of this. I have never felt like this before. It was an unfamiliar feeling that kept burning at the pit of my stomach, wanting to avenge my mother in some way, desperate to see blood being spilled for whoever had been after us.

But at the same time, this wasn't who I was.
I was not the type of person who kills. Never have I ever had the feeling of wanting to kill someone. And now, I have taken a life. It had me fucked up, yet at the same time, it wasn't enough.

This world...was undeniably too dark and cruel as I have been warned about over and over again.

I just didn't expect to be going through something like this.

To witness my mother's death. My heart couldn't bear thinking about it, and the episode kept going like a constant replay in my mind. And the blood that streamed down my bare legs...

I showed that image away and I looked at the side of the bed where Nicholas normally would be sleeping. It didn't look like he slept next to me. His side was cold and it was still as neat as it could be but I didn't have the energy to be thinking about where he had been if he didn't spend the night here. I let out a sigh and finally dragged myself out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror, seeing how my appearance was getting better than it was when I first saw myself. My body was still discolored and the bruises were turning more yellowish. The dark bags under my eyes were still as dark as they could be, and my face was also still lost in color. I truly looked like a ghost, who was still wandering around on earth and hadn't found the light yet to cross over to the other side. Not only was I feeling miserable on the inside, but I also Hooked like it.

I took a shower and rummaged through some of Nicholas's clothes to get dressed, but everything was way too big for me and I just ended up wearing one of his t-shirts. I didn't have any of my own clothes with me and I think the clothes I had worn at the funeral were either Tessa's or Arianna's. I would normally ask for some clothes to borrow, but I didn't feel like facing anyone today. The looks they would give me when they saw me were a constant reminder, and I felt suffocated. I wanted to be alone to try and figure out what to do with myself.

Not wanting to leave the room today, I went to the windows and opened the curtains to get a peek outside. Not much was happening in the backyard. Only a few of Nicholas's men were out there and walking around, making me wonder if it was for security purposes.

As 'looked around, I noticed Logan standing slightly to the side, almost out of my view, looking distressed. He was talking to someone but I couldn't see who it was, but whatever the conversation was about, he was not looking happy at all about it. I could open the balcony doors and step out to see what was going on. But frankly, I just didn't care about anything at all. It was as if he felt I was looking at him when his eyes suddenly flew up to mine. I took a step back and closed the curtains again to avoid any sad looks. I went back to the bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling once again.