Thirteen.

Lara

It's been silent for what felt like hours but in reality, it has probably only been just under an hour. I haven't heard Kol move or speak— it's been just totally silent.

I slowly made my way to the light switch, turning it on all the while my eyes did not look anywhere but that dark corner on the far side of his bed.

I gasped and I saw blood, lots and lots of blood —my body rushed over there before my brain could process what was happening. I saw Kol curled up in the fetal position on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. There were dark bruises up his whole spine, ribcage, torso…dark bruises everywhere.

How?

What is happening? What is going on?

I know— I know for a fact no one broke into the house or was in the room with us. My eyes never left that dark corner where all the horrific sounds originated from.

I didn't understand. Did he do this to himself? Did he do this because we fought?

I didn't recall Kol being like that— He was still keeping something from me?

"K-Ko